A Poem to My Older Self
If I am lucky
I will one day be very old
Wrinkled, hard of hearing, slow
Watching as I sit
Noting the dynamics of relationships
Not concerned with what is said
But focused on what I see
Bodies leaning close or far
Faces opened or closed
I will know more then than now
Understand through experience
Highs and lows
Challenges and pain
Growth and change
I will enjoy the privilege of age
Detached but still aware
Connected to a broader realm
Grateful for life, death, and beyond
If I am lucky
Published by lenleatherwood
I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.
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This is among your very best work. As long as you keep writing, I’ll keep reading.
Thank you, Parker. I appreciate hearing your positive feedback about this poem. I also am grateful for your ongoing support of my writing. Big hugs. Len