Diane Sciacchitano is a writer who lives on Long Island NY. Her work has appeared at Newsday and other local newspapers. Her specialty is writing about everyday life.
Next Station
By Diane Sciacchitano
You kept my bones so straight, so strong
Estrogen, you were mine all along
No time for rest
Days full of zest
A face that had a constant glow
Nowhere in sight a wrinkle or crow.
But a new day dawns, come what may
I try not to feel so much dismay.
I peer in the mirror with much surprise
Looking back at me, my mother’s eyes.
Can’t seem to recall, I may say
Were those lines there just yesterday?
My memory, a little groggy
Just like the weather, sometimes foggy.
Perhaps a new me waits around the bend
Time to make peace with my new friend.
Embrace it all, this next stage
Adventure awaits, I’ll turn the page.
I’ll come through this phase because
My friends, it’s only menopause.
Estrogen, you were mine all along
No time for rest
Days full of zest
A face that had a constant glow
Nowhere in sight a wrinkle or crow.
But a new day dawns, come what may
I try not to feel so much dismay.
I peer in the mirror with much surprise
Looking back at me, my mother’s eyes.
Can’t seem to recall, I may say
Were those lines there just yesterday?
My memory, a little groggy
Just like the weather, sometimes foggy.
Perhaps a new me waits around the bend
Time to make peace with my new friend.
Embrace it all, this next stage
Adventure awaits, I’ll turn the page.
I’ll come through this phase because
My friends, it’s only menopause.
You brought us through nicely, without the sweats. 🙂