Tuesday, December 15, 2015

"I AM NOT OLD, she said . . ."

I am not old . . . she said
I am rare. 
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots.
Into good sense. 
I am the fullness
Of existing.
You think I am waiting to be die
 But I am waiting to be found... 
I am a treasure.
I am a map. 
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey.
Ask me anything.

Samantha Reynolds


     Aunt Lillian refused to let old age stop her from piling her grandkids into the car, and driving down to California so they could see Disneyland! Or pulling off the highway to visit one particular Donkey on the other side of its' fence, which came to be a ritual each time she traveled down the corridor between Tillamook, Oregon, and Southern California.

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