Laughter Lines

Not me, but see her beauty

You  see  the  wrinkles and  lines I wear them  with pride

At  first I did  not  want  them  and  did  my  best  to hide

Each  new  line, until I realized that  they told  a tale.

My life  everything I  have done  win  or  fail.

 

Beauty is  but  skin deep  your actions  are  your  light

How  you  treat  each person  you meet. If  you treat them  right

You  grow, your  soul blossoms  and  beauty  shines out of  you

Do  as  you would  be done  by  I was told , and it  is  true.

 

Yes  I make  the best  of  what I have   but  I don’t  wast time

Wishing  I was young  and  lithe. I am what I am , what you see is mine.

Youth is  fleeting  so is beauty, what use  is  all that  with out love

To be  loved  and to  love is  the greatest gift  from above.

 

You  see  the  wrinkles and  lines I wear them  with pride

At  first I did  not  want  them  and  did  my  best  to hide

Each  new  line, until I realized that  they told  a tale.

My life  everything I  have done  win  or  fail.

 

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

18 thoughts on “Laughter Lines”

  1. This is such a beautiful touching poem with a photo of a gorgeous lady accompanying it written by an incredibly gorgeous and talented poet!

  2. Love it Willow. Excellently written and Stevie Nicks’ Landslide is a wonderful companion to the poem. It is so true Willow and when i look back I am pleased with what I have done and who I have become. My lack of flexibility, mobility and elastic skin are testament to lessons learned that come only from experience. Wisdom learned the hard way – or perhaps the only way. Oddly enough, others look at me with respect for that (of course, it may be that I’m 6’2″ – used to be 6’3″- and 250 pounds – Ha! They could be afraid I’ll fall on them by accident). That self-respect and sense of comfort with myself are much more important to me than flawless skin and physical abilities. I would never trade that for youth. And I’ve never met a young person who had those qualities – i’m not sure it can be gained by anything but life experiences.

    Excellent post . Thank You.

    1. Thank you Paul, I do agree nothing but life can give us experience and life etches character into our skins and bones. But we gain so much from the knowledge. Sunsets, sunrises, births death and marriages all add to life’s rich tapestry. I would not go backwards in my life I feel the most comfortable now than I have ever felt though it is a tad scary sometimes to think there is more behind than there is in front. But I just block that thought!
      As to landslide , such a beautiful song one of Stevie Nicks and Lyndsey Buckingham’s best songs!! It says it all!

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