'The Mirror' by William Merritt Chase,
Cincinnati Art Museum,
Wikimedia Commons
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I looked in my mirror
and I liked what I saw
I could have said
my hairdresser did it
but that’s only
a half truth—
it was my idea
and I like what I see.
for many years
I lived alone
needing to learn to live
with myself,
with myself,
by myself,
and for myself,
and for myself,
old age and illness hit me,
when I could look in a mirror
every day
every day
and like what I saw.
old age and illness hit me
together recently,
both of them at once,
and I buckled
under the strain.
the worst of the illness
has left me now,
and I don’t mind if I’m old
because, once again,
I like what I see.
Kay Davies, June 29, 2013
Written for Kim Nelson’s Sunday mini-challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Kim asked us to read the poem Love after Love by Derek Walcott, digest it, create from it, and share it with others here in the garden. “Simple,” she said, and she was right!
Kim asked us to read the poem Love after Love by Derek Walcott, digest it, create from it, and share it with others here in the garden. “Simple,” she said, and she was right!
Thanks, Kim!
13 comments:
I like what I see as well, Kay. We are the sum total of everything we experience ... and it is all good!
Hari OM
...and I like what I see through your words. Hugs, YAM xx
"I like what I see..."
What a beautifully self-affirming statement, and something we should tell ourselves every time we see our reflections.
This is so beautiful!!
Experience has a very special charm and beauty! Such a wonderful, uplifting poem!
We should all learn self-acceptance!
So do we, Kay. :-) Have a wonderful Sunday!
This is lovely, Kay!
I love love love how you nailed that ironic and universal truth. Beautiful.
what a great and uncommon thing, to like what you see!
This is so beautiful, Kay. It leaves a satisfied and content feeling.
The paintings of women looking in the mirror you posted are a great supplement to the Walcott poem! ANd I love the repetition of "I like what I see"--me too. And I love your poem.
"I like what I see" Love your outlook. Why moan about what has changed in the mirror when there is o much to embrace.
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