Forty

Margaret V.Doran

I was forty, it was a fact
I felt, I don’t know . . .
      Old
      Ugly
      Fat

I’m usually UP
but today, on my birthday, I was
      Down
      Depressed
      Unnecessary

My kids were teens
they didn’t need a
      Mommy
      Soft Shoulder
      Hug
I did.

Arriving home from an endless day at work
I was
      Transformed
      Young
      Desirable

There on my lawn,
a banner too big to miss:



I was LOVED ! ! !


Copyright © 1997 Margaret V. Doran All rights reserved.
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This poem is one of a trilogy. You may read the companion poems here:
Bundle of Joy | Revenge

Updated July 1, 1999
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