I like What I See

When I looked at this photo
I didn't know what I was going to write
on my empty page.

Then it crossed my mind,
the thought that I've been having
time and time again,

that some things get better with age.

You'd think that couldn't be so
but it's only now that I truly appreciate
what it is to see and feel and touch.

Touch! That thought makes me gasp and sigh.
I'm going to make the most of this.
I give thanks for hands that touch
and lips that kiss.

And eyes that cry.

For this stage, too, will pass
and age will wither, shrivel, destroy
all that pleasure. All that joy.


Because