Middle-age Bravado

I had a delightful luncheon yesterday, to celebrate a dear friend's birthday.

 ...cherishing the slower pace that we allowed ourselves to take (in Elora Ontario)

...even photographing our purses because they looked nice together, just like good friends!

I am not afraid of you, Father Time

Your scruffy face makes me glad

To be alive

When I look in the mirror

See your kiss upon my cheek

I count my blessings

Though you vex me with the ways

Of middle-age grace

I will not quit

…until That Day.

Until then I will let you

Walk through me

Chase me across the

Yard, scattered with summer’s

Tattered postcards

Father Time, I invite your touch because

I am not afraid of you

…Much

© Janet Martin