Mirrored Image

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Mirrored Image

I like my gray hair.

Wrinkles, age spots, double chin…

I don’t like so much!

My mirrored image looks best

when it’s smiling back at me.

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Copyright ยฉ 2022 by Cheryl Batavia

75 Comments

  1. Your poem made me giggle because you could have written it about me. That is exactly the way I feel. I enjoy my long gray hair a whole lot. Everything else, not so much. ๐Ÿ˜

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      1. You are most welcome, Cheryl. Of course, I agree. Mask-wearing reminded us how valuable smiles are. I don’t think you got carried away – I think they are delightful! ๐Ÿ’–

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    1. Michelle, you are so right about mask-wearing! Masks make it harder to communicate by hiding visual cues as well as muffling speech. I am in a high-risk category and still wearing my mask in crowded spaces even though I am triple vaccinated. I will be so happy when that is no longer necessary! โค Enjoy your weekend!

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      1. Oh, how I missed smiles! Fortunately, the eyes know how to smile too! Very smart to keep wearing a mask. I do in certain situations. Losing a friend recently, to Covid, again reminded me of the importance of not letting our guard down, or mask. Thank you, Cheryl. Same to you!

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      1. Oh I love that Cheryl!
        Smart man and your mom was lucky!
        Thatโ€™s so kind and he is right and so wise!
        In my bus and town they are all touched up so itโ€™s tough sometimes.
        My arms have always been one of my great traits along with my eyes and I just tried a dress on for the weddingโ€ฆ might need to
        Go long but Iโ€™m working on it .. ha! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’•

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  2. I find it strange that when I look at freshly taken photographs of my face I look old and yet when I look at the same photographs a years later I’m struck by how young and fresh I look. I first noticed this when I was in my thirties and I’ve come a long way since then. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
    Age is just some kind of weird illusion, Cheryl – you are, in reality, young, fresh and beautiful – trust me.

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    1. Robert, I am still laughing after reading your comment. Your observations about viewing photographs of yourself is borne out by my experience. Yes, it is weird! I guess when I look back ten years from now, I will think that a photo taken at 72 looks pretty young! Somehow, I don’t think I should trust you! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ By the way, “Robert” is the name of my better half. Have a great week!

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  3. Beautiful photos and stunning reflections Cheryl๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’• Your poem made me smile, I think I can embrace my grey hair(going grey is still very new for me) but Iโ€™m not sure about the rest.

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    1. Henrietta, Thank you for your kind response. I confess that I colored my hair until I was 59. As you say, the rest is harder to change. Your skin looks very nice in your photos. โค

      At 72, less is more…usually just a little glycerine/water on my skin, blush, and lip gloss (mascara occasionally).

      I hope you are finding a lot to smile about these days! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. I tolerate my grey hair hehehe, but I “really” like my scars as each tells a story of survival.. and to your point, that makes me smile in the mirror. Thanks for the smile, I needed that today.

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    1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, da-AL. So glad the post made you laugh! ๐Ÿ™‚ I agree with you. We can just decide what we are willing to do to improve our looks and then go on about our day. I think it is great that we are all individuals.

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      1. I read once an interview with Gloria Steinem & even she mentioned she had to make the conscious decision to not berate herself when she looked in the mirror!

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  5. At times after waking up when I enter the washroom to wash my face, I smile and whisper I love you in the mirror. It just somewhere cheers me up unknown of what will unfold next and the lows pass by.
    I can relate with your poetry.

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