I sit and wonder,
Then return to my bed
For slumber
Feeling like I had crossed that line,
No more a young girl am I...
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time
The little ones, they call me auntie
And the not so little ones,
They say, hi tantie,
I think, how they so fresh,
Don't they see the swing of my hips...
The curl in my lips...
The spark in my eyes
That say I'm alive...
They think I've grown cold
Already they whisper
She's getting old...
I rise from my bed,
Voices urging me on
Inside my head...
Hurrying on out into the noontime sun
I look at the children having their fun
Hibiscus blooms in a nearby field
Butterflies dance across the way
As I play jump rope
1,2,3....
Oh, Dang!
There goes that knee!
And I think, ok that's it for today.
Very Good! Well done auntie!
They clap and laugh happily...
I smile and think let the games begin,
For I know in my heart....
It is still spring.