Still the Same Little Girl
As she always has been 💞
I asked a woman silver-haired, Whose quiet wisdom filled the air “What does it feel like, nearing where - Most years now rest behind somewhere?” She smiled as though she’d heard before, That tender question at her door Then softly stirred her cup of tea, And shared a truth like poetry She said, “Inside, I’m still the same, The little girl before the name - Of age was stitched to skin and bone, Before the world called me ‘grown.’ The voice within has never changed, Though all around feels rearranged It laughs and dreams and wonders still, With all the same young-hearted will I spent so many years amazed, That age arrived yet felt unchanged For deep within, through time’s great tide, I’m still my mother’s child inside I’ve watched my hands grow thin and slow, Watched winter settle in their glow I’ve felt my memory dim at times, Like fading bells or distant chimes But something in me stays the same, Untouched by sorrow, loss, or name A spark no passing year can bend, A soul that does not start or end” And oh, since hearing words so true, The world itself feels somehow new For every elder passing by, Still holds a child behind their eyes The man whose shoulders stoop with time, Still hums forgotten childhood rhymes The woman waiting by the store Still dreams the way she did before And every wrinkled face we see, Once chased the wind through fields set free Once reached for hands to hold them tight, And feared the thunder in the night So when you meet the old and worn, Do not see someone simply torn - By years that gathered, slow and deep, Like autumn leaves in quiet heaps Instead, look gently past the skin, And see the timeless soul within: A child still longing to be known, Still hoping not to feel alone For something in us still remains, Beyond the reach of passing change And every soul, through every year, Still longs for love and purpose here So offer kindness while you can, To every woman, child, and man For underneath the passing years, We’re all still young with ancient fears Still reaching outward, soul to soul, Still trying somehow to feel whole. Still learning, though the years descend, That love alone outlives the end
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Nice one. That is why we celebrate 18s birthday + some months with my mother. She feels the same, though months’ count is above 400 now
bravo!