This is my Slice of Life for Two Writing Teachers, AND my Poetry Friday offering at Irene Latham's blog. Click on either link to read more Slices or some Poetry. Some bloggers others will also be doing double duty today, I'm sure!
So this is just the best day in the whole world to have a Friday! Until next week - enjoy! I am going to! Yippee!
|Photo from: http://hwitblogg.blogspot.com/2010/11/allhelgona.html|
The flame burns hot, stretching,
Its black wick, an island
In a waxy sea that
Pushes its banks
To join the puddle of
Candle bowels in the bobeche.
By Donna JT Smith, 2016, all rights reserved
I’ll bet you thought this poem was about a lit candlestick burning down. The photo may have given it away.
And it isn’t.
It’s about me. (Isn't everything?)
I have been joking lately about being careful not to go tripping over my own skin as I lose weight, and likening my new body to a candle that’s dripping. It isn’t THAT bad, but I have to come to grips with the fact that as I lose weight in my 60’s, the skin is not going to be as joyfully rebounding as it was when I was in my 30’s (oh, to have that body again).
The fact of the matter is, I was going to have wrinkles and sags everywhere anyway at this age, whether I had been heavy or not! But when you have a nice fat layer, sometimes that wrinkling and sagging isn’t as evident for a bit longer.
As I lose more weight, I'm feeling a little like I did when I got my cataracts removed and nice shiny new lenses inserted… oooh, my face suddenly became wrinkly, and, hey, where did that beard come from? I just have to get used to the "new" me that I see.
I wouldn’t trade the weight loss and the eyesight gain for all those wrinkles and weirdness of getting old, though. I need to see each of the ugly moles as beauty spots created by something in my life’s story.
And I wouldn’t change my story for the world.