Reflection

The journey can be hard,
and aging
has a way of chipping at
my stately
Tower.
Yet, the scent
of green
country air in
the morning,
the fragrance
of flowers on Mother’s Day—
then the stern lines
across my face
soften
and fade away.
I reflect on the restful sounds of lullabies
and baby laughter—
as I remember my children
and my children’s children,
playground swings and
fishing trips.
Evan the soft sensation of soapy bubbles
against weathered hands is a pleasant feeling.
And the soft feel of puppy fur against my face
brings comfort to my weary
age-ed mind and cranky disposition
and life is good
again.

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