Mom’s Reflections
By Jan
My beauty days have dwindled fast
While Nature will outshine, outlast
Since furtive glances at age 18
Unearned attention was routine
I peer ahead with vague visions
Pondering possible health decisions
My gait now stable but next a hobble
Robust touch a clumsy wobble
Must I embrace a decline so slow
I’ve watched two generations do so
All didn’t have our Grandmother’s patience
Some did find her same “compensations
Maybe that “good night” is a bounty
After dwindling verve and beauty
A predicted path I now face
Ancestors, see my effort with grace
