a young physicist’s concept of
what will all these images have in common?
i remember the wonderful smell of her red lipstick
when she came in to kiss us goodnight . . .
before she and daddy went out to dinner
on some special occasion . . .
or somewhere that i imagined to be
as glamorous as she . . .
a different kind of smell and look entirely.
golden goodness i have never tired of my entire life!
and still a comfort that i reach for
if i don’t feel good . . .
even if i feel just fine! . . .
it’s simple mac and cheese.
there is a very upscale new york restaurant
that charges exorbitant prices for this taste of childhood.
you’ve seen me before.
on the peanut.
this is the true me.
i’m just a happy puppy for some reason.
it’s simply my nature. i don’t work at it.
mother said i was a happy contented baby.
and now . . .
i’m a happy contented little old lady.
i laugh easily.
and i find much that is humorous in life.
you might as well!
god knows there is enough to cry about.
but crying is over rated.
i’m remembering days in colorado.
i was 8 years old.
my gram had one of these machines.
my job was to catch the clothes from the roller
that wrung the excess water from them.
i helped them to “fall” into a basket.
ready to be hung up on the clothesline.
our machine was actually outside in the summertime.
she taught me to sing songs.
‘bicycle built for two’ . . . ‘daisy daisy’ . . . ‘little sir echo’
i learned the proper way to hang every piece of clothing.
it really is an art!
i helped by handing gram the clothespins.
and as i get older it even seems to be passing by faster!
but you know what?
here’s a secret.
when you get older . . .
the simple truth is
you never feel any different on the
you don’t old bean!
i’m still the little 8 year old girl . . .
smelling her mother’s lipstick as i’m kissed goodnight . . .
the little girl helping my gram do the wash . . .
i’m still the young bride who struggled with a difficult recipe
to surprise my darling bob . . .
i’m still those very same people inside.
and more than that . . .
inside i feel like i can still do ANYTHING!!!
roller skate! ice skate! hike up mountains!
lift furniture the way i want WHENEVER i want!
and then . . .
like my friend cindi said in a comment on the last post . . .
i look in the mirror . . .
or down at my hands!
she is MUCH younger than i am . . .
but i know just what she means.
it always comes as a little tiny shock to me.
i see my gramma’s hands now.
only they’re MY hands!!!
when did that happen?
and i know in my heart . . .
i may FEEL like i can do all the things i mentioned above
but i cannot.
those days are gone.
but you know what?
as the captain would say . . .
” it just don’t matter “
that’s his pirate talk.
the man is a writer par excellence.
but when it comes to tellin’ it like it is . . .
he uses words that hit the target square on.
it just don’t matter.
i’m still this happy puppy.
never have i seen a picture that fits my inner self so well . . .
i can be this happy.
because i know the simple truth.
if we can retain our mental health . . .
and hopefully attain a little wisdom along the way . . .
it doesn’t matter what the outside looks like
or even FEELS like . . .
the simple truth is . . .
we never get old.
til soon old bean.
til soon young bean!