Crinkled myopic eyes liberating the fantasy of the impossible return to youth, gracefully accepting inner beauty
Heartbeat soulful rythym keeping time with the years passing through 65 birthdays, lamenting a once robust stamina
Doughy soft sinew hugging the weary bones, pretending they still work with precision, a dull ache as my companion
Freshly laundered derma emitting the fragrance of wisdom, lilacs on a heavy summer day, evoking calmness and peace
Delicious tender sweet lips, long ago doing naughty things, dreaming of the first kiss, tiger ice cream, and saying I Do!
Susan Lee Woodward
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I had to Google tiger ice cream. I had no idea that there's an orange flavoured ice cream with licorice swirls! They sure look like tiger stripes! Your poem was so beautiful. I loved it! I've followed you on Instagram hehehe 🥰
Oh, wow, but this lovely poem resonated so well with me. I can't believe you have not received more recognition for it. You've woven such a realistically beautiful and heart wrenching accurate view of aging.