crow's feet
as a child i would stand and squeeze my eyes into slits. i wanted laugh-lines. lines that proved to the world i could smile. lines that kindled my kindness. lines that did the work for me.
today i looked in the mirror and found those lines. i didn't smile. somehow that childhood fantasy has withered into a weary fear of wrinkles. a desire for crow's feet to fly away and leave me alone with my smooth-skinned youth.
posted by kanadians in korea @ 8:09 AM
2 Comments:
Welcome to the club! You're not alone -- if that helps...
Maybe we need to learn again the Bible's respect for gray hair.
Bless you for your honesty. Like your blogs, each little line has its own part in your life story.
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