Poetry, Samantha-Jean Thayer
And Just Like That, Aging was Beautiful
For the first time today,
I looked into the mirror
At a face that was not my own.
It sat atop my skin as though
it was sewed into the flesh of my neck with translucent thread.
I could only think it must be a facade
or a trick of God.
But it was beautiful
And familiar
And safe
And it took some time And some distance
between myself and the glass
To realize that the face was my mother’s.
Forgotten in Time
When I become a memory to you,
Please remember my eyes,
Were misty mornings,
Rainy days
And withering oaks.
Whether or not you found them
To be as beautiful
As the aftermath to the storm,
Just remember me.
Samantha-Jean is a Canadian writer who likes to explore the relationship between humans and nature via the lens of mortality. She has a particular love for horror movies, fantasy, post-humanism, and post-modernism.
Her love for short stories came to light in elementary school when she began transcribing camping stories for her English assignments, and her love for poetry was born in college during her first Creative writing class.