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?