A glimpse of the past

a glimmer in the mirror

catches a reflection
of the young girl
I used to be

uncertain, unpolished
although my skin was smoother
than it is now
I didn’t see the beauty
of blue eyes and gold hair

then I see me now
wrinkles cross-hatched
near my eyes and cheeks
the sternness in the mouth
with a twinkle in the eyes

the years slip by so fast
leaving not wisdom, but experience
in its wake