In fifty years of living this life
I have seen things come and go
and live and die.
To record all the changes that my eyes have seen
would take a day or two maybe even a week.
I’d like to give it a try.
I have seen roller skates morph into roller blades
and skateboards into hover-boards.
I have seen black and white TV go to colour to video to DVD to –
I don’t even know what they have now.
I had the first television integrated game console –
I was lucky and had an Atari and an Intelevision.
I remember the squeaky little noises of the dragon in the orange and black primitive graphic.
I was just as addicted as any kid today
Although I would never admit it.
I remember when microwaves came on the scene.
I remember my shock at finding out my grandmother used a bread machine.
In fifty years I have traveled the world,
given birth to babies,
been a mother to many,
married, divorced, married.
I have seen people die and I have seen people born.
I have met hungry people, greedy people,
poor people, rich people and everyone in between.
In fifty years I have discovered what I can do – my creativity.
My super powers.
We all have them.
I know in my heart that
the way I relate to this world
is not at all like other people.
At fifty I am OK with this.
At fifty I am OK with a lot of things
I may have not been OK with ten or twenty years ago.
I am OK with the lines on my face.
I like them.
I have earned each sun drenched map
Of the places I have been
They remind me of who I am.
And who I am not.
I like the softening of my body,
how everything seems to fall into place
and I like the smile on his face
When I am naked.
At fifty I am peaceful now
not always searching.
Not always looking to the past
for causes of hurting.
At fifty I can look at myself from the inside out –
not only through a mirror on a wall,
and like what I see.
At fifty my eyes have softened
And I can sit back and watch the geese take their flight
to warmer places through a darkening sky
and wait for their return
because in a half century if we learn nothing else
it is that everything that passes
turns into something even more beautiful.