Today's my birthday! This post isn't meant to be auto-biographical, although I can relate to some of it. But writing it made me smile. I hope you smile when you read it.
Forever young, she thought, forever young. I wish I were forever young. But no. Bodies age. They betray. She flexed her hands, fingers bent with arthritis, knuckles large. Skin thin. Easily bruised. Not fair.
Gray hair – albeit thin. At least something is thin, she thought, and continued her reverie
Can’t reach my toes
But, she thought, my mind is young. My brain still works. I my head, I soar. I dance. I skip. I run. I have fun. Without care. Without fear. Of falling. Of breaking. Thin bones.
Will they allow me to hike the hills and valleys where I live? To walk in sand and wade in waves? Please knees. You are forever young.