When all is stripped away-
the make-up, the pretense,
and my little black dress
lies wrinkled on the floor…
do you still see me?
When the mirror reveals
these soft lines now lingering
around my eyes, sure to deepen
in the coming years…
do you still see me?
When the girl I was,
living somewhere deep inside,
is lost in the curved sillouette
of the woman I’ve become…
do you still see me?
When this decade of adulthood
begins to show on my face,
a knowing expression replacing
the innocence that captured you-
do you still see me?
When the daylight has faded
along with every distraction,
and you hold me like it’s the first time
and kiss me like it’s the last,
that’s when I see you…seeing me.
(Today is my 28th birthday. "A decade of adulthood"...and still so much to learn. This is dedicated to my husband, who after all these birthdays celebrated together, still sees me and loves me everyday. The feeling is mutual.)
the make-up, the pretense,
and my little black dress
lies wrinkled on the floor…
do you still see me?
When the mirror reveals
these soft lines now lingering
around my eyes, sure to deepen
in the coming years…
do you still see me?
When the girl I was,
living somewhere deep inside,
is lost in the curved sillouette
of the woman I’ve become…
do you still see me?
When this decade of adulthood
begins to show on my face,
a knowing expression replacing
the innocence that captured you-
do you still see me?
When the daylight has faded
along with every distraction,
and you hold me like it’s the first time
and kiss me like it’s the last,
that’s when I see you…seeing me.
(Today is my 28th birthday. "A decade of adulthood"...and still so much to learn. This is dedicated to my husband, who after all these birthdays celebrated together, still sees me and loves me everyday. The feeling is mutual.)
Happy Birthday, Kristin :)
ReplyDeleteYour love poems are just so nice....lovely :)
wishes,
devika
'Love me as I am' is there more beautiful poetry, Happy Birtday sweet Kristin x
ReplyDeletehappy birthday Kristin :)
ReplyDeletehappy birthday, Kristin..
ReplyDeleteamazing 2xDec14=(28-Dec)
(29 would be a misspelling)
Happy Birthday. More power and passion to all your poetic endevours.
ReplyDeleteBelated Birthday wishes to you Kristin. What a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteKristin,
ReplyDeleteMy "K" and I have been married... longer than you are 'old,' and each day is still... 'new' and grand life!
I know you'll have many more Happy Birthdays!
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"When I get older, loosing my hair ..." I had this tune in my mind while reading your birthday poem. Very nice! And a very happy birthday (though I am late).
ReplyDeleteBest wishes
Ralf
Thank you all for the kind words and the birthday wishes. :)
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, Kristin. And a belated Happy Birthday. I posted a greeting a couple of days ago, but somehow it must be lost in cyber space.
ReplyDeleteAdelaide
Chekhov made Swenson feel less alone!
ReplyDelete“He’d dragged in Chekhov to tell the class that the writer need not paint a picture of an ideal world, but only describe the actual world, without sermons, without judgement. As if his students give a (beep) about some dead Russian that Swenson ritually exhumes to support his loser opinions. And yet just mentioning Chekov made Swenson feel less alone, as if he were being watched over by a saint who wouldn’t judge him for the criminal fraud of pretending that these kids could be taught what Swenson’s pretending to teach them. Chekhov would see into his heart and know that he sincerely wished he could give his students what they wanted: talent fame, money, a job.”
Happy Birthday Kristin 2010
I still love that book! Thank you for the kind wishes. It's going to be such a busy week that I think I'll have to remind myself that it's my birthday. ;)
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