Casey Morrigan
01-29-2007, 08:43 PM
I am 50.
I forgot what happened at that meeting last week.
My husband still tells me I am pretty.
I feel an urge to start calling my friends “darling.”
I can’t wait until retirement.
Parts of me are excellent.
Others are falling apart
like a cartoon car where all the pieces fall off leaving only the passenger with the puzzled look
And a hot flash for ignition.
That’s ok - where did I think I was going anyway?
To the adventure that hasn’t happened
To parenthood
To the “Land of When”
To a certain measure of fame
To spiritual fulfillment
To wisdom and a feeling of satisfaction
To life
L’chaim.
I forgot what happened at that meeting last week.
My husband still tells me I am pretty.
I feel an urge to start calling my friends “darling.”
I can’t wait until retirement.
Parts of me are excellent.
Others are falling apart
like a cartoon car where all the pieces fall off leaving only the passenger with the puzzled look
And a hot flash for ignition.
That’s ok - where did I think I was going anyway?
To the adventure that hasn’t happened
To parenthood
To the “Land of When”
To a certain measure of fame
To spiritual fulfillment
To wisdom and a feeling of satisfaction
To life
L’chaim.