Who I Am

A poem about growing old and seeing ones reflection clearer than ever

And, of just who

I am, I say.

I’m an old soul

as the one you see

in a world of many

wonderful ladies

I’m very much a child-

woman, with reaching

hands for the pen to

write it down.

If

pieces of

my

dying strength

should ever

fall off the edge

of the dreams

I’ve had,

I will look

for stronger

days, with all of

the mighty forces

of life, drawing

the end of

the rainbows.

My yesterday’s have

been many moments

leaving tiny bits of

the now,

a wonderful time

left over to build

on the golden years

Yes, I’m told

I will age,

gracefully

growing wings

and I am meant to

live like a taller giant

in a newer world

reliving my youth--

coloring yellow sun

houses-- capturing

the gardens of

everything

that is beautiful.

And, of just who

I am, I say.

if

ever these trials

of my aging

should find I’m

stronger than any

struggling doubt

It is then that I will

reach all of my life stories

finding gold in the pen

I write with.

And,

If words I write

Should say who I am - -

I am no longer anonymous

for I am simply an aging soul

and, yet, I am young in words.