By knowing you,
I find myself.
Now and 90 years wrinkled.
My doubts don’t exist in your eyes.
You see the chipped edges
scars of failed attempts
places worn raw from not retreating.
The rough, abeyant curves of my puzzle.
You see my essence of spirit
gently hold it all up,
a mirror before me,
now I can see,
for myself,
who I am becoming.
Revised version of the original poem shared in 2016
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
That’s exactly the way love should be. Thanks for this beautiful poem!
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You are welcome. Have a beautiful day.
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The rough, abeyant curves of my puzzle.
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Thank you Kirsten for this reflection.
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Lovely! This caress feels good.
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Thank you Mel. Yes, the power of love is amazing.
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The beauty that’s in us all is reflected in your poem Ali and it;s exquisite.
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Miriam, I so appreciate your thoughtful reflection.
You inspire me often with your blog. The more love and compassion shared the better.
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You’re very welcome Ali
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The growth and flow of awareness as your poem evolves is nicely elegant.
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Thanks Ivor. I always appreciate hearing from you.
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