As I age

my forms rise and fall

like hills and valleys sculpted by winds.

Let me not attach myself

to a number, a year, a weight,

a face, a belly, one manifestation of skin.

But let me be

like a mountain, weathered

made more beautiful

by time’s flow

solid

blessing the Earth

like the ancestors who came before.

Let me add

to the beauty of the world as it is

ever changing.

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Author: Mary Grace Bertulfo

Apprentice Editor: Brandie Smith/ Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: Hartwig HKD/Flickr