Growing Old

When the calendar turns to March and the clock turns to morning.
Instead of hearing a cheer I hear a groan.
My Mum has woken up and BAM it has hit her.
She is turning another year older
Forty-Six this year!
I think.
Why doesn’t she cheer?
If I were her I would.
She wishes she was young again.
I say “why don’t you be proud to live to this age, to have experienced and to have seen to have done things with your life, some people don’t live to this age, you are lucky”
She says “no, Vic, you are luckier, you have your whole life to live, to make sure you don’t make any mistakes, you can live without mistakes, I can’t, they are done. I cannot relive them.”
I say “the mistakes are part of you, your mark on the world, you learn from them”.
She just groans.
Live life, don’t wish it back or away.
Life is you.