"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Poetry Jam! October 22, 2013 Reflecting

Lake Oswego Oregon October 22, 2013

Reflecting
When much younger I would stare
Into mirrors-finding flaws-
Wondering how others really saw me
Now as I  get ready for each new day 
I see my family in my face:
My mother, my children-even my siblings...
Not worrying about how others see me
Finally comfortable in my skin
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15 comments:

  1. Brian Miller6:38 PM

    its a wonderful thing when we mature to that point we forget what others think and appreciate what we can see in ourselves....

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  2. Gabriella6:39 PM

    I believe that as we grow older we tend to grow wiser too. I enjoyed your more carefree and appreciative perspective in the second half of your poem Kathe!

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  3. Alex J. Cavanaugh6:43 PM

    When we're older, we just don't care!

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  4. Sandee6:45 PM

    I'm comfortable in my skin too. It's a wonderful thing.

    Have a fabulous day. Big hugs. ♥♥♥

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  5. Josie Two Shoes7:25 PM

    Love this - beautiful! I have this experience too, though I do wish that my skin suit was a few sizes smaller! ;-)

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  6. artbyrae8:49 PM

    Great thought...comfortable is the best thought as one looks into a mirror

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  7. Vandana Sharma9:51 PM

    When we are young and immature we always try to be the best for the world to see us, but down the line as we age and become mature we know what we are and this is what we are to the world.

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  8. alan170411:25 PM

    The true you is inside and this is the real reflection. Great poem.

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  9. Optimistic Existentialist4:39 AM

    I read one time that our life truly begins when we are comfortable in our own skin.

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  10. messymimi8:26 AM

    You found the real beauty in life.

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  11. stephen Hayes8:37 AM

    I wish I could look at myself in a mirror and see my family the way you see yours.

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  12. stephen Hayes8:37 AM

    I wish I could look at myself in a mirror and see my family the way you see yours.

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  13. Unknown10:35 AM

    such a great transition when you become comfortable with your own self. there are some good things to getting older, this being one of them!

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  14. Peggy2:52 PM

    What a wonderful poem! Thanks for posting this. The photos on your blog are beautiful--I assume it is around where you live.

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  15. Gail6:53 PM

    There is a lot to be said for comfort. Strange that it takes us so long.

    Well done.

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