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Old Woman
by
Donna Sorensen
I bent over one day and much to my
surprise,
the face I saw in the mirror I no longer recognized.
It had shifted and drifted in such a way,
I knew immediately she was here to stay.
I had dreaded her coming,
knowing she would bring,
things not so clear and sometimes mean,
conditions of life which prepare for return,
to a greater state of no concern.
Her obviousness grew, with each passing year,
until finally peace was replaced with fear.
I was ill-prepared for her lack of respect,
and totally shocked by her demeanor so direct.
Now I know her in a different way,
she is my confidant, my mentor,
my old woman to stay,
reminding me daily and preparing the way.
The hills and the valleys, behind and beyond,
she too has traveled wherever I have gone.
She has brought me wisdom and peace of mind,
and because of that
I like this time.
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