Today I noticed
The feeling of contentment,
Even through my aching back
and creaking knees.
It is my birthday –
Forty-four.
And I sometimes feel
like I am wilting
Rather than blooming,
Still –
There remains the soft sent
Of wild rose.
And hopeful eyes.
A yearning for something
That has yet to come.
Even though
Half my story
Has already been told.
