When I look at you,
my younger self flashes before my eyes
The five-year-old me,
I saw her dancing in the backyard,
staring at the sky
where the rainbow was up high
Look at that!
Rainbow made of vibrant crayons
Sometimes it looks like my dessert
“Can I eat that rainbow, Mom? That looks yummy! How does it taste? Have you picked and savored it?”
You keep me young at heart
even when my hair turns gray
and years of worry leave me astray
Your eyes,
Oh, your eyes…
When I see them my hopes arise
They tell me:
It is ok to be wrinkly and silly
Old and flawed
I see you there
dancing
humming to the tune of the Old MacDonald Had a Farm
“E-I-E-I-O….”
immersed in joy and laughter
You tell me:
Regrets are inevitable and shivery
And bad decisions don’t have to mean misery
Try again, you’ll make it then!
Funny how the less experienced
Teach me how to live to the fullest
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