The Golden Years
I fell asleep–
which must be
the explanation
of finding myself
here, years gone
gray tinged roots
creased friends’ faces
children with children.
And this visage staring
in the mirror, me?
Or my mother?
Do I share her bitter-
ness, her discontent?
Bile rises, lost days,
moments, fears
Breathe in.
You are here
Your eyes still blue
Your sweet smile lopsided,
Your humor available
Your hair now silver
If all my lost scattered days
secreted a celestial rainbow
certainly you must be the gold.
Sascha Darlington
Wow! Love this.
Thanks so much, VJ! 🙂
I also love this!
Thank you, Anne! I very much appreciate it! 🙂
i surprise myself when i look in the mirror or even a photograph of me, who is she? who is this girl/woman? your words will resonate with a multitude of women – beautiful Sascha!
I love this too Sascha, so many resonant lines, I especially love ‘Your humor available’ 🙂💖 xxx
Hang onto the gold. Touching love poem.
Thank you, Jane! 🙂
🙂
Nice last three lines. I also like the description of the passing time as falling asleep.
Thank you so much, Frank! 🙂
I can’t decide which I liked better. the last three lines or the “humour available”. I loved it all! 🙂
Thank you so much, Phyllis! 🙂
You are very prolific. I mean seriously and beautiful, you paint pictures with your words.
Sometimes looking at the mirror can be a revelation with the passing of time. Hang on and celebrate the golden memories!
Yes, I definitely agree, Grace. Thank you so much! 🙂
I try to avoid the mirror at all costs, but I certainly identify with your words!
Thank you, Beverly! 🙂
Oh yes… I think everyone (also men) get scared when they see the older person on the other side… is it my father?
Love this – I think I fell asleep too. I really don’t recognise the person that stares back at me from the mirror – but I have accepted her.
Anna :o]
strange, isn’t it? Thanks for reading! 🙂