I Remember the Girl

You look at me and what do you see?

White hair, thick middle, varicose veins?

I am getting old, it’s true.

We all do

But inside I am young, fierce, and passionate!

I can remember my long brown hair,

My slender waist,

My muscular legs.

I can remember leaping a brook,

jumping from stone to stone like a doe.

I can remember running through green pastures full of waist high grass

My long hair streaming behind me like a mane,

feeling as frisky as a young filly.

I can remember climbing trees like a monkey and

gazing down through the foliage at the ground

so far below.

I can remember swimming strong in the ocean,

Riding waves on my belly,

And rolling up on the sand to the sounds of seagulls calling.

Yes, I was young once—we all are;

Once.

And I can remember the girl.

~kathie adams brown (April 24, 2013)

NaPoWriMo 2013/30 Poems in 30 Days