Looking At The Images Of Women Past

While I was at my sister’s this past month I was reminded of a gift I gave her many years ago and I thought I would share it now with you.

I had gotten in my head that I wanted to make a tray for my sister with pictures in it. I didn’t know much more at the time than that. I thought it would be nice to add a poem so I looked everywhere for a poem that what say what I wanted it to. I don’t think I ever read so much poetry in my life! There were a lot of good ones out there but nothing that said what I wanted to. I soon realized that I was just going to have to bite the bullet and write my own.

I hadn’t written a poem since I was in the 7th grade and to top it off…my sister is an English teacher. To say that it would have been easy for me me to give up in fear is to put it mildly. Mr. Amazing is a wonderful poet…of course…and has written many poems for people. The thought of giving this task to him crossed my mind but no…this had to be from me.

I am now so glad I did it…this poem was written for my sister about 14 years ago…when she was about my age…now I look at the words and wonder if I had really been writing them for me today.

Looking at faded images of women past, I wonder what feelings are hidden beneath their eyes?

Did they also ponder about life’s mysteries,

wondering if they would make a difference?

From womb to womb

passing of a bit of their immortality,

I realize I am not just me,

but the sum total of the past.

What will the future see

as it looks back

on the faded photo of me?

This I do not know,

but as I become content with who I am,

I see smiles on the photos of

Women Past.