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| photo by David Toboni |
Age sprightly
Rejuvenate
Flower to bud
again
I’m only one bottle
of wrinkle repair
away
Nightly creams
daily potions
tiny jars
solutions
keep my cells
alive
longer
Fearing
free radicals
“cosmeceuticals”
botox needles
surgical knives
I drape all
mirrors
Hide under
my bed
Derm doctors
what are you doing?
Creating elasticity
for my face?
This is not
a rubber ball
8 comments:
I love this poem It speaks to the universal woman.
Thank you, Barbara, for all of us. : )
Oh boy, this hit home in a big way, have survived another bday and the passage of time signs that go with it! Love it and the pic!
Cute, that is a great picture of you
Thanks, Patsy: Good I'm glad all of us can relate!
Christina, I'm so glad you could stop by and drop a comment. I had second thoughts about the picture because I'm wearing no make-up but that's what the poem is about basically, face the world. Glad you can relate.
Thanks, Nancy: I'm surprised the picture worked, but glad everyone seems to like it.
In an email from Leonore:
Oh I loved that "rubber ball"....and you, my dear, don't need a thing!!
Leonore: One thing we all do need is compliments. Thank-you!
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