Come September

Love this. My mirror lies too! Isn't it something how we're the same person, the same girl... but not? ~A

Depending on the person, the beauty of personality is enough to radiate and thus steal the limelight from outward beauty ten-fold. I like the lines about the stories hidden within the creases and folds. My mirror so far has been kind to me - though there are tell-tale signs of stress and fatigue. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "I called out of work because of anal euphoric myopia: I couldn't see my happy ass being there...."

Hi Cat, I love this. My favorite lines: and nowhere can she find the woman in the mirror in the girl within her mind… Great piece. At 58, I can so relate..oops, didn't mean for that to rhyme.. Thanks for sharing. Sue

A nice poem about the changeable nature of bodies. I guess it should be also noted there is a certain grace in getting a little old here and there --probably not seen on first sight--, for we have gathered the necessary experience we will need in our time-space travels in eternity. It's truth, as you say, the spirit doesn't get old, nor it feel old, how eternal is that wisdom! Sincerely, Hugo

a reflective on reflections lie to our hearts... loved this Cat! Richard

Not answering any of ur questions. This is without a doubt, from another woman's perspective, brilliant, an issue for many and i for one can relate to this poem, sadly. This really has no fault of any. Loved it could rave more. Thanks Love Lyz. XX

wonderful write, and sooo familiar. I think we talked once before about not recognizing one's own face in the mirror... And, oh my, all those creams and lotions we of the female persuasion possess and apply! Yours, ~Nina

That reflects what we do not wish to see. *sigh* How I hate the mirror. The once smooth face, the once dark hair, not speckled with grey and a beard turning snow white. Excellent write cat! Respectfully, Rett: "When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half." Gracie Allen

So sorry to be soooo late getting to this one .. but i made it finally lol .. and I have to say its wonderful ... I truely believe that inner beauty is what always shines out of people ... you can look at the richest person no amount of cream or lotions or potions stops mother aging us, as we should , its funny I should be spinning out at my age i am on the downhill run from here but I feel no fear , yet lmao but i am sure there will be a day I will lament the loss of my looks and its only natural that we do these things , grieving for the old us to help accept the new, and Cat my darlin , your heart and soul and mind spill across our pages and the beauty of you is awe inspiring and makes me estactic that i get to share in your beautiful talent, the good and the bad of the truths we all face through life .. you write into beauty love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x P.S I missed you soooooooooooo much (hug)

Cat, I liked this, so simple, short but so meaningful. Is it a little deeper if we scratch just a little under the surface? "that tell the progressive story of her life" - inverse psoriasis. If so, then a very personal piece - awesome. HS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth and yet nobody sees me".

very meaningful to me, Cat. Even at 28, I find myself looking in the mirror, wondering about things that are past, present and future. Sometimes I dont even recognize who or what I have become. Occasionally I see what is left of the beautiful barbie doll I used to be when I was a pre-teen/teenager. I was blonde haired/blue eyed, what you would think was every guy's dream but sadly, that wasnt the case. Then I see the broken woman I was just five or six years ago. It is hard for me to see myself as I am now, hardcore as I am. This was a beautiful, personal meaningful piece. I loved it.

Very simple, straightforward, and a true story for all, old or young. The writing is very clear, and the theme is age old (pun intended) I always knew that I never really felt any change in me as the years went by, that the me, the one inside, the one I live with, has ever changed in any significant way (even as a child). But the reality was/is the face in the mirror. This duality phenomenon is good evidence for some other reality after physical death. And so strong the feeling gets as the years separate the two realities. I even wrote a poem on this subject. It's called 'Where is the Girl'. I think I'll repost that one. It's about a year old. I like this poem and my favorite line is also: 'and nowhere can she find the woman in the mirror in the girl within her mind…' Always, Deelilah

Cat, Loved this! I have one suggestion tho- At the ending I stumbled a bit I think the last line would read better this way: Is the girl within her mind. _____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

I had to return to the scene of the crime: *getting older*. Yes, hardcorechick, I remember being 28, and it's all relative to who we think we are or are not in that moment of recollection. Cat, I remember watching an Oprah show discovering *beauty* world-wide. In one African country, the heavier a woman was, the more beautiful she is perceived. So it stems from our self-value according to the society we are born into. America is youth-obsessed, and it didn't help that I was a dancer and *older* men drooled no matter how stunning their girls/wives. So now I see the same thing. Even with my kids & their partners. I sense it's just a fact of life. Few of us knew how fleeting and lovely youth is. We're too busy obsessing about other things. lol. ~A p.s. I too stumbled at the last line, esp. this reading. ...and nowhere can she find the woman in the mirror who resembles the girl in her mind.