I've just learned of Connie Hinnen Cook's passing...my sympathies and prayers to her family...to our family, who lost a great poet and friend...
The hours have done their job; who is that staring back at me through haunted -- old -- eyes? I don't recognize her, then, again, she seems vaguely familiar, the woman in the mirror: I know I've seen her somewhere, I just don't remember when............
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman. (1/25)
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Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2007
She will be so missed and yet she is the blessed one right now more than us. She is in the Saviors Care. prayers for all friends and family for comfort from the Savior. Thank you for writing this one Sweetie. Bless you,
Joselyn
Reviewed by Debra Harmes-Kurth (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2007
She is still there my sister, perhaps a bit wiser (I won't say that older word)but she is there.
debra
Time is aging and deep inside there are times when we see older than what othera see in us.
Forever young is why the heart is resillient to thpse who believe.
Love,
Susan
Ah, Karla, it's not the shell that tells you who you are, it's the soul behind the window of your eyes. So, take another look through that window...there you will find the real you.
God Bless
Heaps of love
Lena
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2007
Your friend's face will be in your vision for a while. Such is life. Victor
I heard a woman say once that after we turn 45 we should take all of the mirrors off of the wall...I thought about this and mentioned to a lady whom I consider to be very wise, my mother. She said, no that to enjoy life we must see things for what they are, and that includes ourself. She also added just to be thankful for the day, I agree, even though there are times I wonder if my mirror is telling lies or speeding up time....
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2007
Oh do I hear you! Getting a closer look in the mirror is frightening, but something we all have to face.
Geez oh man, I wonder that each time I look in the mirror. In my head I still feel like a kid, but it's certainly not a kid in the mirror LOL. Excellent poem, Karla!
Love,
CJ
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Joselyn
debra
Forever young is why the heart is resillient to thpse who believe.
Love,
Susan
Carmen
Fee
God Bless
Heaps of love
Lena
God Bless
Michelle~
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Love,
CJ
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :)
I know how it is; I see a different person when I look in the mirror! Age is starting to show very well on me, too! ARRGGH!!!