Age is just a number
When all is said and done
Don’t focus on the decades past
But on good things yet to come
A warm and fuzzy feeling
A twinkle in a stranger’s eye
Hearty belly laughing
A starry midnight sky
A fragrant summer garden
Fluffy clouds abound
A gentle winding stream
The softest nature sounds
Each day is a blessing
For all of us it’s true
To greet each day with wonderment
And to see things with eyes anew
Simone Whipp 12/01/2017
I felt compelled to write this poem for a neighbour who is finding it hard to come to terms with her 80th birthday. I found my 50th birthday difficult to comprehend so I can empathise with how she is feeling.
The photo above is not a recent one, alas, but was taken in February last year. The outlook for today's weather isn't good so I will hold on to the image of the photo above to get through the next few weeks of winter.
