Steamy Summer days, childhood’s

magical moments, steeped in nostalgia --

heady scents of salt water and suntan

lotions, squishy, wet sand between toes.

A glorious innocence, infinite possibilities,

until dark clouds gather, sun fades behind

hazy skies - in her rearview mirror.

On the brink of full-grown, body changes,

features define. She blossoms, like a brilliant

flash of floral splendor Mother Nature’s

Spring brings. Soon warm winds will blow

cooler, ready  her for lifes’ next chapter.

Crystal-clear vision blurs, she strains a bit

to focus - in her rearview mirror.

Middle ages bring crisp, sun-lit days ablaze in

swirling dances of red and gold leaves. Fall’s

arrival is bold, takes its toll. Chaotic juggling of

family, career, health, money worries, and loss.

Still, she learns to love the skin she’s in. A quick

glance reveals the face of a serene woman of

substance, smiling back - from her rearview mirror.

In the bleak shiver of Winter, she faces challenges.

Footsteps slow, body grows weary, joints brittle

as frozen branches on leafless trees. She pushes on,  

embraces the future, relishes remarkable moments --

sweet sounds of a grandchild’s laugh, warm hugs,

feeling loved, relevant, vital.  All the while, timeless

memories play out - in her rearview mirror.