Who Is That Lady?

Who’s that lady in the mirror?

The one with locks of white hair.

Her eyes are familiar,

Her smile is quite similar,

But her face has changed; does she care?

Years have swept by her so quickly.

From time to time she has pains.

She can't be like twenty

With looks and strength plenty.

What of her true self still remains?

She usually feels she looks great

Until a photo she sees.

She looks like an apple

That no man would grapple please.

But life can always get  better.

Great moments are yet to be.

An occasional glance

From  gents wanting to dance,

But they  are much older than she. 

Losing her youth is not all bad.

She would rather  laugh than cry.

There are places she goes

With good  friends that she knows.

She’s not nearly ready to die.

Last week, a Eureka moment!

She lunched with many old gals.

A friend of 88 

Had a a beau of age great (92)

Picked from a few," said one of her pals.

This friend’s life was far from over.

She was full of spice and fun.

Though slowed by a walker,

She was a great talker;

Her spirit could not be undone.

This aging  lady knows one day

  She'll leave her old bones behind,

But her spirit will rise

Through the blue of vast skies

And joyful adventures she’ll find.

She treasures life in each moment,

Savors the breeze and is free 

To gaze at glistening  stars 

While dancing to guitars 

That lady I see is just me. 

~ Lani Hahn

St George’s Women’s Forum March 25,2017
by Lani Hahn © 2017 (Used by Permission)