I look at myself in the mirror and who is it I see?

I look once then twice and then start to realise.

That's me, who I see, reflecting back at me.

It's not the teenager me with spots and straggly hair.

It's not the twenty something who was beautiful without a care.

It's not the thirty something content with being a mum.

It's not the forty something who became a loving gran.

It's not even the fifty something who started to run for fun.

No this is Me, the culmination of all those wondrous times.

Etched upon my face some worry, some laughter lines.

As I look I recall the memories that have put them there.

Then I look, I really stare and then realise I do not care.

I am happy with what I see staring back at me, after all it is I and I is Me.

And

I am happy being Me.

Are you happy with what you see?

©jackiemm158