As I looked in the mirror one morning I saw this woman staring back me
She reminded me of someone, someone I should know, but something was off
There were wrinkles where none use to be, the light in her eyes wasn’t as bright
Still there was something so familiar about the woman who use to be a girl
Now I'm reminded of my own parents, with bits and pieces of me left over
Don’t I know you? The girl you use to be, sometimes wild, and sometimes free
With a sparkle in your eyes of the laughter, and high of all life had to promise
A smile that use to out shine the sun, in wrinkle free skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom
I remember you, before marriage, and motherhood tamed your wild spirit
I remember you, the woman you became, now not so wild and free, but in it's place is majority
Don’t I know you? Some dreams have come true, while others have gone flat as a tire
But through all those years and the wrinkles that have set in, I still see the girl I use to be
In the wonderful woman who has had her ups and downs, there is still the girl who laughs and is wild
With a spirit that soars through the night wishing upon a star to be free
Yes I know you, the girl I use to be, as well as the wonderful woman I have become
I know me
Welcome, Janeal is an artist and novelist. She enjoys oil painting, all artwork is done by Janeal in this blog; also she enjoys writing articles, poems, and short stories for several different websites across the Internet. She also enjoys working and producing adobe art out of family photos and what she calls just fun art, or abtract art. This way she practices all the things she learned in college.
A little more about Janeal
Most of her articles are about the experiences she been through, and her inspirations. Sat back and enjoy while you look through the pages of her blog. If you like this blog also check out Janeal's writing blog and Let of some steam blog by Janeal. Thanks
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