Kiwi Konexions: Reflections
Glen Taylor may see hair that is turning grey when she looksin the mirror, but bright shining eyes relect a happy and fulfilled life.
As I looked in the mirror the other day,
This wrinkled old face looked back,
With fast, thinning hair turning to grey
And a chin, which was certainly slack.
"Why bother," thought I, as I looked at a waist,
Which was rapidly losing its shape.
"What use high heels, whatever the taste,
When your legs will soon start to ache."
But a face looked back, with bright shining eyes,
And a skin as smooth as a peach.
Trim firm waist and slim straight thighs,
And legs that would grace any beach.
Think of the mountains to the top you did climb,
And the hills which your skis have rushed down.
Think of the stairs taken three at a time,
And the nights that you danced until dawn.
Remember the day you glowed with great pride,
As in ivory brocade and rose filled bouquet,
You walked down the aisle, with your hand in the hand
Of the man who still holds it today.
Think of the children you held to your breast,
So warm and so soft and so weak.
Your hands as you helped them to take their first steps,
And the first words you taught them to speak.
Remember the bays we all swam across.
The campsites, the bonfires, the fun.
Damming up streams, so no-one could cross,
And dragging home rocks, that weighed like a ton.
And the pride that you feel, within your own heart,
When you see what fine people they are.
They’ve made their own way and played their own part,
And we love them as much from afar.
As I tucked in my grandchildren, not long ago,
Tiny hands encircled my waist.
"Oh gran don’t go home, we do love you so,
Stay forever and live in our place."
So I look in the mirror and see all the lines,
But a pair of bright eyes look straight back.
For the girl there inside has had a good life
And enjoyed every bit of her time.
