Mother Nature

enough was enough

the Mother Nature contemplated

and kept the sunshine to herself

Fifties

Ah! How I love my fifties

My looks are good enough for me

And

I don’t need male glances

To tell me

I am beautiful

parched

soaring waves

embracing the parched sands

the way you engulfed me

you are beautiful

look at you

all glowing and radiant

you are beautiful

ruination

 beauty unsurpassed 

not much of a gift

more of a ruination

 

curse

when it fades

beauty becomes a curse

for

it is difficult

to let the glory go

glory

the mirror does not lie

just like your soul

age has come girl

gone are your days of glory

in the eyes of others

but

“you” remain

your best friend

love yourself

respect your body

and go on

to live a life of fulfilment

sidelined

let’s us support

all womanhood

by celebrating

our beauty our success and old age

for

when physical beauty fades

we are at the risk

of being sidelined

and life passes by

My birthright

I beseech,

I implore thee

you may not

treat me like a queen

but

the wish to be respected

as a human

is my birthright

Silhouettes

I repeatedly

Look into the stained mirror

Above

The sink

At my workplace

And

Into the car rear view mirror

Into

The sunglasses

My daughter wears

Reflections

Caught in the

Shop windows

But

I see

What I am

An ageing woman

Whose youth

Is

Now dwindling

And

The silhouettes

Too

Don’t favour her

Anymore