I saw her there, young and sweet. On the threshold of life,
making decisions and dreams.
Some years later, little older and wiser (?) smile tucked
at her lips and sparkles in her eyes. She sees herself, happy with her family.
Pen and paper in hand, thoughts abound...she is in the
place she always wanted to be.
The mirror mirrors me, few laugh lines...yes, and I have
laughed a lot. Worry lines...yes, one of the gifts of life. I see myself in the
reflection and the eyes reveal all....the joy, the happiness, the pain, in
short the life well lived, a life I am proud of.
For - Mag 110
Very nice...
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess.
DeleteBeautiful reflection on "aging" :). Coincidentally, my post for next Friday deals with this exact issue.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Janaki!
Thanks Martha.
DeleteThat’s with contentment and out of contentment…
ReplyDeleteyes
DeleteThis is very nice--you are very lucky to feel as you do! (Smiles). K.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Deletedear Ms. janaki, your words 'mirror' your inner beauty!
ReplyDelete-ELLE
A life well lived is a beautiful thing! :-)
ReplyDeleteA life charted with directions determined. Great confidence Janaki and great prose!
ReplyDeleteHank
Excellent write and it is good to be proud of ones existence.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Dear Janu,
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely post to remind us that life is a gift and worth living.
Very nicely expressed. Thanks for sharing.
Big thanks for removing word verification...makes it so much easier to do the rounds. (Smile)