END OF THE TUNNEL
As I gaze in the mirror I see a transformation of a woman growing old and gray.
Physical manifestations of change is a true test of time.
Gone is the face with a cheerful smile and eyes full of zest
For it is now a countenance of loneliness with undeniable fear of being left behind.
White strands of hair illuminating in the dark;
Strong bones have turned into gentle and fragile bones,
Where long strides become tiny wobbly steps.
Senses are no longer dependable as it used to be.
Yet, the legacy this old woman wishes to impart to her children is the wisdom of a real "Substance of a Woman" and the struggles which come along the way in achieving the Joy of Living.
Alas, I see an old woman at the end of the tunnel wanting to be loved and still cared for until the last glimpse of sunset.