You look in the mirror and you see an old broken woman
You see a used up body that no one will want
You feel worthless and unappreciated
You feel useless and unwanted
When I look at all the wrinkles in your skin
I see experiences and pain that you have endured
I see the wisdom that you have acquired
I see the vast amount of knowledge that you have stored
It's ok to be frail and tired because you have endured life and its hardships
You are what every young woman should strive to be
You are what you are because of what you have been through
Soft yet strong
You give me hope, you give me strength
You make me believe there is something better
I do not have to cry anymore
I know I will be ok
You gave me back my strength.
[for my friend JoAnn McGrath]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem