I Am Free

Wrinkles line my face,
none of which I would erase,
hair, long wavy, dark strands,
gray interwoven, life demands,
green eyes seem the color brown,
when I squint or if I frown,
Denim blue jeans I wear for play,
Dress up for church on Sunday,
last husband died this year,
none left of sorrow, no single tear,
baby daughter moved away,
to a country afar, to stay,
Quiet peaceful life I lead,
Only dogs and cats to feed,
Question posed by inner voice,
should I weep and wail or rejoice,
Is there weight of distress
of isolation, of lonliness,
Then it dawns, a lights reflection
decision made, reject dejection,
refusing to be desolate I see,
and appreciate that I am free.
©2005 Jacqueline Alexander