Photo: Ofir Asif
There’s a crease in my memories.
An obscure line
Of thoughts.
There’s a wrinkle along
The predictable
Plot.
I’ve accumulated crinkles
And crimps
And what not.
It is fine
As it is.
It is what
It need be.
All those furrows and folds
Are what makes me
Be me.
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I love this Na’ama, there is such beauty in accepting our wrinkles, furrows and folds that are part of our journey and story ☺💖
We’ve earned each one, now, did we not? 🙂 xoxo
We certainly have! :o) xxx
So there it is! Whenever someone gripes about wrinkles, I find myself wondering — didn’t they work hard to get each one of those? 😉 I rather like mine, really. Age is beautiful in all ages.