Hunting Hydrangeas


Standing alone in a dark room,

I see brown eyes staring back from the mirror.

It’s time they say, but I know it’s too soon.

Forever keeping a close watch on me,

I secretly creep down the steep stairs,

wondering if I’ll ever again feel free.

Always there reminding me day after day.

I scream, I weep, and I fall to my knees,

I beg, I plead, I bargain, and I even pray.

Even as I look in the mirror and stare,

those brown eyes are winking and twitching,

daring me to move and telling me to beware.

To remember, to dream and even to pretend,

I wander through life hunting hydrangeas,

for time is neither my enemy nor my friend.

Kathy Dodd



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