For d’Verse–tho when I looked earlier I saw no Mar 23 listed as Open Link.


It is my fifth birthday and

I am in pigtails, swinging

on the garage door,

wondering if I will still

be me

when I am grown.

Seventy-five years later,

I am.


About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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15 Responses to MY MIRROR IS A LIAR

  1. thotpurge says:

    Good for you!!! We can never lose touch with our inner child!! 🙂


  2. Bryan Ens says:

    Age is a number without much meaning. Perhaps the most beautiful and youthful-at-heart person that I know just turned 93.


  3. Grace says:

    I believe in this…be a young girl at heart~


  4. Nan Mykel says:

    She’s lucky to have you for a friend.


  5. frankhubeny says:

    I’m the same me as well. Even though I’ve lost all those baby teeth.


  6. Yes somewhere it’s the same… I never look in the mirror.


  7. Bev says:

    Funny, isn’t it, despite advancing years, inside we’re still the little girl with pigtails or the little boy with frogs in our pockets! I loved your poem (and identified with it).


    • Nan Mykel says:

      Yes! Evidently when I was 5 years old I was afraid I’d turn into one of those other people on the inside. When I was ten I found a note from me at 5: Hello, How are you? Are you still me? I just realized, I could write when I was five. I’d forgotten that. Thanks for sharing.


  8. That’s a great way to think, Nan. 🙂 — Suzanne


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