With half an eye to a handsome face…
Rugged, smooth or touched with grace…
Or a pretty dress I’d love to wear,
A pair of heels, a style of hair…
I’m seventeen, or twenty three…
Or would have been
Were I still there.
With jaded eye I read the news
Of wars, and ecomonic blues;
Initiatives that come too late
To halt the conflict, stop the hate;
I’ve seen it all…The cyclic fear
That dogs our footsteps every year.
I’m ninety-two…a century…
Or might have been
Or soon will be.
Eyes of a child look out of mine,
And see the lover pour the wine,
And see the hand that takes the glass
All ages as the moments pass.
Alight with laughter, washed by tears,
A childlike gaze ignores the years
And wears her heart upon her sleeve,
And still, the unrepentant Eve
Looks out upon a changing world
Through eyes of woman,
Mother, girl.
As timeless as the inner flame,
And ageless, as without a name,
It is not bound by passing years
Nor by the sorrows, joys and tears.
Eyes of child look out on life,
Infant, girl, and later, wife.
Mother, lover, sister, friend;
Turning seasons without end
That will remain alive inside,
In spite of what the wrinkles hide.
For I am all and all are me,
The who I was, and am, will be.
All occupy the inner space
Regardless of a changing face.
What a wonderful celebration of being a woman
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And of being alive 😉
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Exactly!
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Beautiful, Sue 💜
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Thanks, Ritu. x
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As ever your poetry abounds with wisdom and thought provoking imagery.
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Thank you, Geoff.
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Your poem describes being a woman very well, Sue… and I hope you continue to ‘be’ for a long time yet…
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I have every intention of ‘being’ for a while 😉
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That’s the spirit, Sue…
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🙂
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Womanhood beautifully penned. Have a great day. Best Regards.
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Thank you, Goff.
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Pleasure. Have a good day.
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You too, Goff.
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Thanks.
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Beautiful poem, Sue. A perfect reflection of life, and along with the perfect ending with your final stanza, I enjoyed the line “And see the hand that takes the glass ~ All ages as the moments pass…” this mix of past, present, and future ~ all a celebration intertwined with each other.
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Thank you, Randall. Every ‘now’ is born from every other moment…
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Absolutely beautiful, Sue!
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Thank you, Kim.
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I loved this beautiful poem.
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Thank you, Cheryl.
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Oh, Sue, I really love this.
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Thank you, Mary.
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This is so brilliant Sue. I loved it.
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Thanks, Di.
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Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:
Just had to share this by Sue.
She covers the changes in years so well as we are all just variations of our original self. The last verse is brilliant.
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🙂
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Wonderful Sue, it’s all there, life, love, hope a beautiful circle of life 💜
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Thanks, Willow ❤
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Beautiful portrait of life, Sue… ❤
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Thank you, Bette ❤
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I just love this and it makes me think of my mother who is 92. So very real.
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Thanks, Darlene. It works for all of us 🙂
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Gorgeous! ❤
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Thankyou ❤
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Fantastic writing! It is just so perfect start to finish!
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Thank you, Christine.
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So well done, Sue! x
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Thank you, Eliza ❤
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Perfect. : )
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🙂 xx
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Brilliant!!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Sue.
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