Polly's Garden

 I feel that I have a slightly unrealistic view of myself. 

I am still living in the past.  Thinking I am young, with youthful skin and hair. 

You know, lovely like we all used to be before we got, you know, old. 

Well, I am reminded occasionally by my little ones that I am living in a dream world.

Never so much as the other day.

 I was laying down by Jake, we had read stories and sung songs,

and now it was time to drift off to dreamland. 

But he was more interested in finding every part of my body that had excess skin on it and then pulling it with his little fingers. 

He especially liked the folds around my eyes and under my neck. 

 I realized that I had tons of excess skin, EVERYWHERE!!!

Jake reminded me, without saying a word that I am no longer young. I am a....

Grandmother. 

Actually my name is grama polly. 

Jake finally went to sleep.

As I gazed down at his face,  I thought about my stage of life.   

I like it better where I am.   I like looking at the scenery instead of myself, which, at this age is much more rewarding. 

Watching the trees bud, the flowers bloom,

the grass turn green and the little ones grow...

nothing more lovely.