Today's reflection

This morning, I look in the mirror and who do I see?
My older self, marked with more lines
Looking back at me.
I try to rub one that I thought was an eyelash
But it wouldn’t go away.
So I check for crow’s feet,
There they are, I must say,
not as deep,
but determined to stay. 
Ya, I laugh and cry a lot, and sometimes cannot sleep
Or I make up too many faces throughout the day
And when I think and speak.
My hair is still black, which makes me think,
Maybe I should just go ahead and color it pink.
I feel work pains stabbing the sides of my nape
Or maybe it’s just my body telling me to get in shape.
The reflection transforms into the faces of my girls
Then to my partner, then of Mama and Papa;
Which cross-fades to the young women
I laughed with, in Montevista.
It segues to the 17-year-old on the indigenous maternity bed
To the things I need to do, what to write, how it should be said.
The image focuses back to myself, wrinkled, almost gray
The me it reflects makes my day.


"I am an X in an indeterminate equation. And that X is the rock upon which I stand." - Mario Puzo

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