She often speaks of love
But what of the adore
She owes her own
Seasoned body and soul
The extraordinary simplicity
Of a moment
When conceding to her age
Becomes a gift and not a crime
When clock-stopping
Loses its baby-soft appeal
When big browns snagging
On those department store panes
Fail to spur misadventures
In self-upgrading
When ‘girl’ rings true
To a past she outgrew
And the woman at hand
Is the queen who shines
Despite abs that no longer behave
In a concave way
Her wash-n-go coif
And Mom Squad garb
Agreeable garnishes
To a half-century (just two years shy)
Worn under her eyes
Like a badge of honor
Because this is a life
She has truly lived
Copyright © S. A. Healey
Love your writing style on this 😊
Thank you. I so appreciate your kind feedback. 😊
Have I missed something? I’ve not seen you write in a poetic way before – if you haven’t you should do more! Eric.
Aw thanks Eric! 😊
Here’s to wearing life well.👐
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Cheers! I’ll drink to that! 😁😘
I love the song Superheroes by Esthero, the soundtrack to your poem.
I don’t think 48 is bad, not at all. I’m 49, lol. There are other reasons to like or love someone than appearance.
Thank you for your thoughtful feedback, and I couldn’t agree with you more. 😊
Love your style!
Thank you so much. You’re very kind. 😊
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