I am not old, she said
I am rare
I am the standing ovation
at the end of the play
I am the retrospective
of my life
as art
I am the hours
connected like dots
into good sense
I am the fullness
of existing
you think I am waiting to die
but I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure
I am a map
these wrinkles are imprints
of my journey
ask me
anything.
~Samantha Reynolds
Picture of my beloved grandmother, Marge Hendren, with cigar and empty glass of wine at age 93.
Oh, the beautiful Marge Hendren! What a great picture and poem to go with it.
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