There we were Standing on Grandma’s front porch Me and Mom All her sisters Even Grandma Was there talking And smiling Strange how young She looked I should have been A child-And yet, There I stood Seeing them all Thru grown-up eyes A gift all its own As one sister drove away We all waved thru smiles And tears, uncertain When she would return Such is the bond of Mothers, daughters, sisters Pouring love and strength Thru laughter and tears Over each new generation Of mothers, daughters, sisters I awoke in a sea of emotions Thankful for the strong women in my past Thankful for vivid dreams invaded by memories
Constantly bombarded By outside sources A cunning attempt To create doubt Are you happy with your appearance? Wouldn’t you like to be thinner? Don’t you want to look younger? If those wrinkles Around my eyes And in the corners Of my mouth Are tracing the years Of laughter and tears Why would I erase them? If my body is Telling the story Of birthing three children Loving the same man For more than thirty years And knowing the grief of loss Why would I not let it speak? I am a journey Of experiences And emotions Spilling out Along the road For others to see No apologies Only grace Accepted And shared
I first met the birthday girl a little over thirty years ago. She was kind and accepting even then. It is hard to believe she was my age when we met. Maybe a little younger. A mom and grandma, it seemed her life was already complete. At least, that was my perspective.
Here we are, thirty years later. It seems a lot more life has happened in that time. More grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and the death of a spouse after fifty-plus years of marriage.
So now, as we celebrate her, I try to imagine her perspective. Those thirty years, though eventful, only represent a portion of her life. She did a lot of living prior.
She speaks lovingly of her parents. Just yesterday, about how her dad played the piano. Talks regularly to her siblings who are still living. Keeps up with distant relatives and old friends.
Has a love of horses that began as a child. She recalls fondly walking with her girlfriend to the stables. Pretending to gallop as they walked, then riding horses before returning home. She even bought two horses in her lifetime!
Her second horse was sold before she moved from California to New York. A job as a flight attendant at American Airlines called. And that move, that job, lead to meeting her husband. The rest is history, as they say.
So, how would such a girl celebrate her 80th birthday? Surrounded by daughters, granddaughters, great-granddaughters, daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law…you get the picture. Eating, laughing, remembering, and enjoying time together. And, of course, attending a horse show.
This birthday girl wears her crown of white with pride. As well as her life experiences. Sharing what we are willing to hear. Continuing to move forward, making new memories.
Piano Girl 