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Chris with visiting Australian friend Tony Pahl.
~TAKING STOCK~
I have heard it said That the eyes are the mirrors of the soul.
I think that’s true. You can tell if a person is wounded or whole.
When I was 6 weeks old, My smile was crooked, And I looked soft, and new…
When I was six All things were possible ~ And heartache was not Something that I knew.
At 18, I was not yet aware That I would not become a nurse. My smile is wide My face is open, And unafraid. My mistakes were, as yet, unmade.
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At 21, my photograph Filled me with pride. I was about to become his bride.
By 26, I had waited for my husband to come home From war; Only to be divorced before our son was four. I raised my son alone. I notice that the light in my eyes is dim Whereas before, they shone.
Someone said: I have never seen eyes so sad. He didn’t mean to make me feel so bad.
By 30,
I was way past the divorce, Happy again, Dancing my way from New Jersey to New York, Disco-dancing thru milling crowds of men.
At 33,
I think I look my best. I laugh and work, dance, raise my son, And wonder where his babyhood went. I am content.
By 39, my son has made me “The ArmyMom”. The eyes seem accepting And oddly calm.
At 53, all is well with my world. I’ve been remarried for 13 years. I’m a happy girl.
When I was 56, he said he wanted out.
At 57,
having been dealt the second blow my face is smiling but my eyes say “no” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` At 58, I smile at Christmas. My face is fuller And I’m getting wrinkly……. But my eyes say I’m healing And the smile is crinkly.
I have spent some time today Looking into my eyes.
And the Reflections there Give me no great surprise.
I have been happy and I have been sad. I have been content and filled with deep despair.
I have loved my life And the people in it.
As for peace, I’m getting there. ©Christina 10-18-05
Awarded 10/19/2005 Awarded 10/20/2005
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