Carol A. Hand
As I look back on my life
I can humbly say
I love the little child I was
I’m grateful to her today
Photo: Bearing Battle Scars – 1952
Though I still bear the scars of battles
In my later years
I became a gentle warrior
By overcoming fears
While others may only see my greying hair
A loving heart’s within
Each day’s a chance to express love
As other lives begin
Photo: My Granddaughter and Me – June 2015
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Voices from the Margins 
I see gray hair. Dignity. A warm heart and strong character.
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Such kind words, Peter. Thank you 🙂
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Your liking the child you once were, in retrospect, is a sure sign of having grown healthily, embracing right values, to successfully arrive at your present stage in life, Carol. Truly, child here is, to slightly modify Wordsworth, the mother of the woman, as beautifully reflected in your sweet little poem…best wishes.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Raj. For some reason, I saw this picture of me as a child in my thoughts this morning and felt a deep sense of compassion. Your reminder of Wordsworth is appropriate. As a child, my role was to protect my mother from abuse – in a sense, to be her mother and my own.
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this is just lovely!!
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Lynz ❤
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I love the point in aging where we transition into the role of mentor and begin to create a legacy of love that will benefit future generations. 🙂
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Your words give new meaning to the phrase “Coming of Age.” 🙂 Thank you for sharing such lovely thoughts, D.
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“I love the little child I was…” is such a beautiful statement, Carol. I can picture the wonderful, warrior girl-child you were; it explains the amazing, gentle warrior adult you are today. ❤
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Mandy, your kind and beautiful words brought tears of healing to my eyes. I’m deeply grateful ❤
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❤
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Simply beautiful.
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Thank you, Robert 🙂
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I’m glad you shared this, Carol. It is so genuine, so honest. The photo says it all. Thank you.
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Thank you so much for your lovely comments, Jim. ❤
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Beautiful reflective poem! And wonderful pictures!
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Thank you, Tiny ❤ Reading your kinds words (and latest post) are a lovely way to greet the morning.
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Just beautiful Carol! I have no words! Thank you!!!!!!
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Thank you, Hector 🙂
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Thank YOU always, Carol!
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Oh -Carol, I needed to hear that today! This year, my oldest daughter had twins in Stockholm and now we have 4 under the age of 3:-) I have been thinking a lot lately about my life….what I have done, where I have been….why I am here…where I am going….
My parents are aging rapidly and I remember my mother telling me-when we die you are the older ones….I am fearful of how I can be useful as I age….I am afraid for my parents for their bodies are betraying them + I can see where mine will in the future..all these changes and when you are young we spend too much time worrying…..now I live in the moment they are precious:-) I am closing in on 60 and can see it from the shoreline + I can’t imagine living to 80..
“While others may only see my greying hair
A loving heart’s within
Each day’s a chance to express love
As other lives begin”
You are such a wise woman:-) I needed your poem today:-) It gives me purpose…..
I have one grandson ( 2 yrs) that lives in our town and he is spending the night today + your poem and photos really helped me see what is important in life!
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Dear Robbie, thank you for sharing such lovely and important insights about “coming of age.” Four grandchildren – how wonderful! I’m glad you are able to have your grandson with you. These early precious years go by so fast. I remember my grandson as a 6 pound baby. Now, at 16, he towers above me.
The years I spent working with elders helped prepare me a little. Yet I’m still surprised to see my mother looking back at me from the mirror. I do have a funny poem I’ll share some day, but as the thunder rumbles, I know I need to sign off soon. I promise to reply to your other comments tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy your time with your grandson ❤
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I am enjoying it and I survived his weekend stay. First one for he usually stays for only a day:-) I am having a blast! I wish the others were close by but I am thankful he is nearby:-) You are blessed to have such beautiful grandchildren:-)
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Grandchildren are a delight, aren’t they. I always suffer withdrawal when they go home, but I also need the peace and quiet to rebalance.
And speaking of aging, here’s the poem I promised to share:
This Will Shock You!
(Anonymous)
This will shock you!
I’m never lonely here – for I have four men in my life.
Don’t tell!
I get up in the morning with Charlie Horse.
I spend all day with Arthur Itis.
I dine with Will Power.
I go to bed every night with Ben Gay.
Everything is farther away now than it used to be.
It is twice as far to the corner, and they have added a hill I’ve noticed.
I have given up running for the bus; it leaves faster than it used to.
And it seems to me that they are making stairs steeper than in the old days.
Have you noticed the smaller print they are using in the newspapers now?
And there is no sense asking people to read aloud.
Everyone speaks in such a low voice I can hardly hear them.
It is almost impossible to reach my shoelaces.
Even people are changing.
They are much younger than they used to be when I was their age.
On the other hand, people my age are so much older than I am.
I ran into a classmate the other day, and she had aged so much I didn’t even recognize her.
I got to thinking about the poor thing while I was combing my hair this morning
And in so doing I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.
You know, they don’t even make mirrors like they used to.
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LOVE IT!!!! everything is so true but this one hit home lately-gosh, they sure do!
“On the other hand, people my age are so much older than I am.
I ran into a classmate the other day, and she had aged so much I didn’t even recognize her”
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You know mirrors do not work anymore-who is that woman staring back at me-lol. I was telling a friend the other day- ” I feel the same inside and feel great some days until I see a reflection in a mirror or a picture someone has taken—who is that lady?LOL
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Thank you, Robbie 🙂
I thought you would appreciate this poem. It helps to be able to find humor in life…
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Remembering and loving that little girl that dwells within us is so important isn’t it? I can imagine that you were very much the warrior as a young girl because you have grown into a fierce warrior woman. You have a lot to bequeath to that beautiful little girl you have your arm around.
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Such thoughtful and lovely comments, Bernadette. Thank you ❤
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I love being older.
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Thank you for sharing such an important comment. I love being older too, lbeth 🙂
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