When they say I am too old for laughter,

I will braid my hair into two long plaits
and put lavender sprigs in between them
to lighten up my winsome heart
and bring fresh air to my earlobes.

I will dress in cotton thin as skin
and thread a length of ribbon across the bodice.
To celebrate my woman’s breasts
and bring forth thoughts of tender romancing.

I will race my feet down the hillside
and feel giddy from the threat of tumbling
head over heels into the scent of wildflowers
and bring forth joy that rides the air like sunlight.

Though, my hair is threaded with grey,
and my stomach sticks out somewhat rudely.
I will pretend, for just this day, that I am a maiden still
and encourage my spirit to embrace it’s beauty.