You're making ageing almost sound enticing with magic words like stout and sturdy. I am marvellously comforted to see in the mirror my grandmother's eyes peering paley back at me from the deep sockets we share. They are not classically beautiful, but they belong to us and they are not diminished by the sharing.
You're making ageing almost sound enticing with magic words like stout and sturdy. I am marvellously comforted to see in the mirror my grandmother's eyes peering paley back at me from the deep sockets we share. They are not classically beautiful, but they belong to us and they are not diminished by the sharing.
So much more poetic than my offering! There are MUCH worse fates in life than becoming one's mother or grandmother - as I keep telling my daughter.
LOL, no need to flatter me! Yours actually rhymes and has cadence and lilt and a twist etc.