Grieving

I look into the mirror and she startles me.
She looks old and wrinkled and only somewhat wise.
The full length mirror has even less mercy.
She looks overweight and out of shape.
"Liar!", I want to scream.
When did she become me?
Emotionally, I am young and thin and in need of mentoring.
Who played this trick on me?
My body is 50 but it feels much older.
Achey, forgetful, betrayed, and tired.
My sad heart cries,
"Will I live to see them get married?
Will I hold my grandbabies?"

I will put sorrow aside.
I will live this day in the embrace of God.
I will count my blessings of yesterday
and count on the blessings of tomorrow.
I will look in the mirror
and smile courage to the woman I see.
I will live.