Prime of my life
I mourned my youth
Without it whither
I cried the Fall
When my days were summer
I dreaded the hashy grass
When my lawn was still green
I feared the shattered autumn leaves
When mine were Lucous green
I awed the winter clouds
When my spring skies were blue
I constrained the aging years
When mine were new
I visited my looking glass with apprehension
For it’s the live witness of times intervention
Am I a pessimist,
Or is it Ill faith?
Or is it the reality
That I passionately embrace?
It’s not death that I fear
It’s not age that I disobey
It’s not the wrinkles that will scar my face
Not the hair that will be grey
I only fear the person I’ll become
This stranger that my mirror will convey
A fear of the unknown
That I might dismay
But as the years went by
And I became a woman
I lost my worries
That my days will wither
The mirror became my best friend
When I’m under the weather
And I gazed at the clouds
When I wanted to feel better
I watched my kids grow
And fancied times intervention
watched my youth leave
With no apprehension
I saw my years in them
My spring and summer
The prime of my life
Is that I became a mother
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