Looking back on these past 80 years.
Looking at my three children who i love so dear.
And my husband whom I've loved all the days of my life.
My children all grown up.
And my husband in heaven.
God took away his life at age 67.
My back is starting to hurt cause its been a long 80 years.
I'm hunched over little and short.
My bones ache as i try to get out of bed.
I remember when i use to walk, without a problem at all.
I look in the mirror at these old wrinkles on my face.
These wrinkles look like roads on a map.
My days are becoming shorted.
And you know, I have no fear!
I've lived the live I wanted.
And, I've dreamed the greatest dreams.
My life has been long and meaningful.
I've enjoyed every second.
I never dwell on the past.
I look forward to each day.
And i know that my husband is looking down.
saying, "i love you"
in his own special way.
