it's a mark aging beauties consider slathering or injecting or lifting away.
but try as they may, they can't erase
this gravity
and neither can i.
so tonight, while this furious little mark etches itself
in front of a space filled with questions and exclamations,
i'll take it as a reminder that
this gravity
isn't forever.
but i am.
my beautiful friend cut her hair. you should see her now!
amen. we are eternal. and i can't wait to spend eternity with you, friend. xoxox
ReplyDeleteBethany Ann, I've missed you and your poetry. I'm smiling at you with my crows-feet eyes. Aging gracefully with you :)
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ReplyDeleteyou are blessed
Love this. I want to age gracefully, with humor, too. :)
ReplyDeleteThe lines are reminders of the fact that we love, cry, fear and, above all else, care...
ReplyDeleteBethany Ann,
ReplyDeleteI'm liking this. I'm liking this. I have quite the "11" myself.
This is so awesome. I am starting to have an 11, and I wish I had thought of it so profoundly, but I guess that's why I need you :)
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