Who is this old woman who looks back at me in the mirror? Ninety is my age, but I can still feel the warmth of the sun as I lie in the field behind my childhood house. I am still a little girl in a patch of brown-eyed Susans, and I liked that no one could see me. I am still the little girl who gloried in a box of eight new crayons that were all mine and a new coloring book to use them in. I am still the 16-year old making my first prom dress and dreaming of the magical dance. I am still a bride – smiling at my love and saying “I do”. I am still the new mother snuggling this sweet baby who grew in my body. He is as soft as a rose petal and I glory in it. I am still the young mother who held each child so close and loved dearly. I am still the young mother with so many children – making time to love them. I am still the young woman who makes time to learn her art. I am still the new grandmother holding my first grandchild and taking in the joy of this being. I am still the empty nester enjoying the freedom of having time. I am still this woman but often feel like a child. I am still amazed of the wonderful things my love and I did. I am still the young woman who could walk faster than any of her children. I am still a daughter as I see my parents age. I still feel as a child as I say my final goodbyes to them.
Time passes to quickly and so much happens. I still remember my last few moments with my love. I still feel the pain of loss. I am growing older, but my mind sees me as young. Who is the old woman who looks back at me in the mirror?