I Want
I want to age gracefully,
To let myself evolve
gradually
Into the seasoned older
woman
that I am destined to be,
Wise, mature and settled.
I want to let my hair
Become streaked with grey
And slowly fade to white
Without reaching for a
bottle of dye
Or feeling that something
is wrong.
I want to let the
character lines
Become slowly etched onto
my face
Telling of the joy I feel
When a hearty laugh or a
shocking snort
Erupts from my mouth,
telling of my amusement.
I want my pace to slow,
To let myself take one
day at a time
Savouring the simple
pleasures
Of a glass of wine, a
rose unfolding,
A glorious sunset painted
for my delight.
I want my belly to become
rounded,
My chin to soften,
My breasts to sag.
Without flicking through
magazines
With an envious eye, and
a discontented sigh.
I want my mind to fumble
While struggling to
remember
What I ate for lunch
yesterday.
Whilst I recall with
undeniable clarity
My first kiss or the
lessons hard learned.
I want to let myself
ripen
And develop into an elder
version of myself
Without feeling the need,
To keep up with the
fashionistas,
And try every new beauty
cream.
I want to let myself be
adorned
Simply with my natural
born charm
Of a good heart and a
quick mind.
Without stooping to
critiquing others,
As a way to deflect
attention from my own flaws.
I want to accept what
is: In my life
And in the world
Without feeling powerless
to help.
I want to make a
difference,
So I leave this world a
better place.
