For years I would look in the mirror
Did I see myself? Did I really look?
Did I ever enjoy what I saw?
Now that I am older, I have finally opened my eyes.
For years I looked in the mirror.
And saw what I thought I was, how I was.
I never realized I was not really looking.
Now that I am older, I opened my eyes.
I looked in the mirror and saw myself.
Wearing a pencil dress, showing my curves.
I realized and enjoyed every curve.
Trailing my hips with my hands, my waist.
Over 50, feeling so darn attractive.
Catching my breath as I do, tracing my curves.
I never understood what my father saw
looking at my Mum, now I do