I Must Fall In Love

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I must fall in love

With my unfortunately placed

Lines and wrinkly bits.

I remember

Saying to myself

Not too long ago really:

“I hope I don’t age like her.”

“i hope my way is more balanced

In the crevice department.”

The ones

That appeared overnight

Around about my mouth

Are called

“Marionette lines.”

Do men have these?

I don’t think so.

I wonder if mine came

From all the false smiling?

No matter.

I must fall in love

With who I am

Because I haven’t the money

To erase the evidence

Of all the innocent

Choices I made

In service to


And survival;

Let’s not forget that…

If I plumped myself


And needled

The cracks

I would surely miss

The full landscape

Of me

And I find myself interesting.

I do crave

A gorgeous aging

Like those older models;


Calling attention.

My envelope

Of skin

Has travelled

Through the mail

A bit.

I’ve been places;

Mostly in my mind


I am

Here still

To tell you

I wish

I had not



I did not




CA. 2019


5 Responses to “I Must Fall In Love”

  1. Adele Rosen on February 6th, 2019


    On this special day when I am so grateful that your beautiful soul came into this world
    I truly believe there was much more smiling laughing kissing sun worshiping riding horses in the wind concentration with pursed lips placing matches into dirt
    painting colors onto fabrics
    Living from your heart
    I struggle with the wrinkles too and I know we are way too many
    I must say that Theo should be our greatest inspiration
    There are no wrinkles on the heart. xxxxxxxxxxx

  2. Cathy on February 6th, 2019

    such brightness you bring dear friend! xxxx

  3. Catherine Siciliano on February 6th, 2019

    Cathy, that last line says it all…
    I wish I had not smiled when I did not want to.
    I too am guilty of this and am trying to reinvent myself every day.
    Thank you for your poetic reminders, always full of insight.

  4. Pam on February 8th, 2019

    Thank you, Cathy!
    And a belated Happy Birthday, dear friend!
    The last line… still practicing this one…

  5. Becky Patterson on February 9th, 2019

    I love ” envelope of skin”. If only you could see inside you. The perfectly aged soul like a fine wine. My Mama says Getting older is taking of the mask. She doesn’t even have a mirrow in her house. But her regal elegance like yours shines through

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