Saturday, August 23, 2008

Who is this woman?

Who is this woman,
gazing at me?
Where is the girl,
I used to be?
Is she now gone,
put safely away?
Will I have time,
to enjoy her some day
. . . day
. . . . . . . day?

2 comments:

Loving Life in the 'Burgh said...

Great writing! You should post your writings to your blog - they'd make great reads!!

I find myself reflecting much more as I get older. I still think of myself as 21 sometimes...yet I know that those days are long gone. Waking up one day and looking in the mirror and seeing my mother is one of my biggest fears...LOL!

I love ya!

Kristal Atwater said...

Man that is awsome! AND you have been holding out on me, you should have sent me your blog link ALONG time ago!