I am a woman

I bear the fruit

But

I am also the tree

That gives the shade

I am

A woman

I know you care

as I age

so do you

as my hair turn grey

I can see your silver locks too

my eyes wrinkle as I smile

so do yours

my back hurts and my joints creak

I can see you popping a pill too

I love to grow old with you

I adore the camaraderie we share

is it still love or companionship

but whatever it is

I know you care

a perfect sunset…

Life’s hiccups

Small roadblocks

On an otherwise perfect road

Stop,breathe,envision

And go on

Into the perfect sunset

wormhole

lazing in the shadows

of the cedar tree

the cool mountain air

and the sun dappled parasol

a perfect moment in time

and

I wish for a wormhole

to travel back

into time

to a similar moment

with a younger me

snuggling in my mother’s lap

and dreaming

what the future will hold

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

never unhappy

pull yourself together

retreat

into your soul

breathe mindfully

and

you will never be unhappy again

an irresolute attribute

beauty

is an irresolute attribute

for

at its prime

instills vanity

but when it fades

it gives way

to a diffident old age

a beautiful soul

it’s God’s gift

when you have good looks

and people love you

but

what about the beautiful soul

which is

always overlooked

Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

violated

talk to my face

let your eyes focus

on my eyes

dont let them wander

down my neck …to my breasts

for it unnerves me

as

i am a mother,a sister and a wife

and the way you stare

makes me feel violated