A Stand In The Mirror Poem by Ruby Honeytip

An elderly woman stands
Naked before me
Childbirth, wisdom and years
Have painted times story
Through her skin and hair.
Grace and confidence
Position her posture.
She is rounded and soft,
Too much so...some would say,
But her eyes smile with
Her own compassion,
For she knows this body,
Loves this body,
For all it has done for her.
Her mysteries are deep
And infinite.
There have been pleasures found
In the heat of her embrace.
She has felt joy and sorrow
Through every cell
Of her friendly body and
She really loved this life
All of it...even the heartache.
With a cheeky smile I turn
From a reflected winter canvas
I suppose I don't mind,
As long as I'm still here,
All the greying.