My Selfie Poem
by Cynthia Jacobi
I have middle aged children
I wonder at their infant survival under my care
and wish I could do it over
My thoughts skip and pause
as might a yellow pencil
put to lined paper
I remember a collage of shoes
lost front teeth
report cards driving lessons
first heartbreak
I write free form poetry
It’s playing tennis without a net
To quote Robert Frost
I must squint to focus
and focus to be grateful
Starflowers of love returned shimmer
in my silver hair
I breathe deep with acceptances
I have stashed an egg of barbed wire
on a high shelf
a chalice of questions without answers
Poet bio
Cynthia Jacobi lives on the central Oregon Coast. She is a mixed media artist as well as a poet. She cannot imagine being as happy living anywhere else.