( I know I've already posted on my birthday but I was inspired to write a 'retourne' on the subject, a French form poem written in quatrains with an odd repeating pattern of the lines of the first stanza. I hope you enjoy it, as the form was a bit fun to work with.)
O’ face reflected by mirror…
It seems you’re not aging, but ‘sage’.
The appearance of Youth fading;
Leaving room for that more lasting.
It seems you’re not aging, but ‘sage’…
Able to observe with reason;
Able to hold back an impulse;
I see my mother’s best features.
The appearance of Youth fading…
How glad am I to let it go;
Naturally and slowly so,
Gliding along as an adult.
Leaving room for that more lasting,
I abandon frivolity;
Revel I instead in walking
Through the happy halls of my home.
