Long before I was myself,

I was a handbag girl

With pink lips and cherry cheeks

And high-heel shoes that clicked.

I held the world, perfectly shaped

In the powdered palm of my hand

While on my slender wrist

I carried time-

So it would stop for me.

Life, it went on steadily,

Wary of leaving me behind

And I moved with the pace

I pleased, held back

By the occasional followers;

Bouquet bearing boys

With love-struck, gold-digger smiles.

I was content, not happy

Not sad, not old

But young enough to learn.

And learn I did,

Though it took me long-

I can now,

With maturity and the wisdom

I was never handed down

Tell my story with twinkling eyes

And a wise old woman's frown.