Judy

I don’t know her. We have never met. Never even exchanged a spoken word. I met her only through a picture. 

It is said that strangers often see a different person than we see when we look at ourselves. I suspect this is because we know ourselves so well, that we tend to be more judgmental, while the stranger tends to focus on the things they like. Perhaps that is what I have done. This is what I saw. 

I saw a face that said welcome. The hint of a smile, teasing the mouth at the corners, as if waiting for an excuse to laugh. A sense of humor that must be held in check as it is always trying to escape.

 I saw eyes that dance to their own tune. They reveal a lot of the little girl within. Inquisitive, but mischievous, thinly concealing a sometimes rebellious spirit.  Impatient with the status quo. 

I saw silver hair, softly framing the face. It is not fussy, but instead casual, sporting just a hint of curl. Attractive yet functional. Suggesting a person that has more important things to do then spend a lot of time in a salon. 

I saw a face enhanced by soft features, attesting to seasons spent. They do not suggest hardship, although it is possible that she has walked in those shoes, but chose not to let it define who she was going to be.

 I saw a quiet strength. She is comfortable with herself. She is who she is because it is who she wants to be. 

I saw a face that typified for me what a grandmother should look like. 

I saw a face that said I’m willing to be your friend. 

I saw a face that said hello without ever speaking a word.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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10 Responses to Judy

  1. This was so lovely. Thank you.

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  2. bgbowers says:

    Insightful and eloquent. I love this thread:
    “It is said that strangers often see a different person than we see when we look at ourselves. I suspect this is because we know ourselves so well, that we tend to be more judgmental, while the stranger tends to focus on the things they like.”

    You are so right. We are probably all our own worst critics because we see ourselves with ‘old’ eyes. Over the years I have, on occasion, glimpsed my reflection through another’s ‘fresh’ eye’s. A reflection that has amazed and rejuvenated me. This is just one reason why we should always complement people when we recognise something special in them, for they themselves may not have recognised it yet.

    Wonderful post, thank you x

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  3. dcardiff says:

    I keep wondering if strangers see the same old man that I see in the mirror. I see my dad.

    I loved your poem. The person you describe sounds like an angel, a very down-to-earth angel who knows what she wants. Very refreshing! I’ll check out your other blog as well.

    Cheers,
    Dennis

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  4. Judy sounds lovely…

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  5. oldmainer says:

    She is to me. I wonder, if she ever reads it, if she will see herself or even know that she is the Judy.

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  6. Now I think that maybe we should only meet by photograph…sounds nicer and less stressful:) Nicely said.

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