My husband thinks it's funny.... that it bothers me so much...
I noticed a new line in my forehead yesterday morning...
A new wrinkle... a SCOWL line... yep... one like this one here...
It's bad enough that I don't find myself very photogenic...
(We're having head shots done at work tomorrow...)
Now I have to find a new wrinkle in my timeworn face...
just two days before the photographer comes!
I don't think that anyone would ever describe me as vain...
More likely "self-deprecating"...
but I'll be 57 years old next month...
and it seems that each year...
I'm finding more and more wrinkles and lines...
will there come a time that I don't even recognize the face in the mirror...
"hello... who are you and what did you do with Dixie?!"...
does that face really tell the story of the woman that I am...
is that a road map of life that I see there?
and does the younger generation... our daughters and our sons...
do they realize that although that face is nearing 60...
the woman that owns it...
still thinks of herself as 35...
a pondering of perplexity...
down here in French Lique...
will there come a time that I don't even recognize the face in the mirror...
"hello... who are you and what did you do with Dixie?!"...
does that face really tell the story of the woman that I am...
is that a road map of life that I see there?
and does the younger generation... our daughters and our sons...
do they realize that although that face is nearing 60...
the woman that owns it...
still thinks of herself as 35...
a pondering of perplexity...
down here in French Lique...
