Aging

A Poem

I hope my lips are forever young So that as my body changes My kisses remain succulent

I hope that my grey hairs Resemble the soft tufts of A wise crone's mane

I hope my curves become quests Soft skin receptive to divine touch Always ready to be explored

I hope to love my mothering body Nursing breasts and childbearing hips For all the life it has supported

I hope I see my wrinkles And know that I am blessed To have witnessed their creation

I hope to embrace aging To love my body beyond its youth Thankful for all these years of wonder