I keep dreaming of hairdressers
Turn back the clock!
At least,
Look at what you are doing
Or not doing
A year now
I have chosen to
Accept
Greys
Another dream
Said “your age is trying to speak to you
How can you hear if you keep hiding it?”
My tattoo
My 40th birthday present
Sits now on slowly wrinking wrist
Some days
I have hands just like
Grandmother’s
Wisdom is speaking
To me,
Not anyone else
My body
My timeline
My story
I haven’t read a story this good
For many
Many
Years
And I am learning to listen
Nwyfre 