i noticed that my arms now
look more like my mother’s
than my daughter’s.
and that set me to thinking a lot about aging.
wondering where my life has gone
how it’s been spent.
i find myself spending a lot of time
pondering (and fretting a wee bit, truth be known)
about getting older.
about leaving my mark.
about life leaving its marks on me.
today i walked along the beach
noticing the beautiful variety of ways
the passage of time
leaves its mark on nature.
and honestly, i can’t help but wish
that mother nature was as kind to my skin
as she is to the sand.