Poetry

Ode to Womanhood

Evolve November Poetry Competition

Oh — mirror, oh mirror, why do I see Fine lines and tufts of gray swirling around I know she is in there, somewhere there’s me If I tweeze and pluck, perhaps I’ll be found

Oh — children, my children, my how you’ve grown I can’t believe how quickly the time flew Once coddled and cradled, now on your own Bronzed in my memories like a small shoe

A body that cannot shelter babies A double chin and outgrown reflection You were once the belle of all the ladies The old woman now hides from depression

Oh — wise dame, don’t be sad, oh, can’t you see? The lines, hair, pudge, and kids — they make up me.