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WOMEN OF A CERTAIN AGE...by b. Malin
Women of a Certain Age, We are All the Rage.
No longer feeling the need to "Act our Age".
Our Children are grown...Most of them on their own.
Some so very, very, Far from Home.
Doing THEIR thing and listening to NO ONE...
Were We once like that?
I'd like to think as a Young Mother with two Sons,
That I took Advise sometimes...other times,
I'm Sad to say, I felt myself become Undone.
No one to turn to, Nowhere to run...
When that happened I tried to Fake It for my own Sanity.
And For my Families Happiness.
I saw My "Family Tree" the other day, when a Cousin had called to say,
"Take a look at the Web Site...See what you think".
It FREAKED ME OUT, and I'm Embarrassed to say...
Many Aunts and Uncles were Related in a most Unusual way.
Their Parents came from Russia Proud and True.
My Great, Grandmother a "Practicing Jew" .
Who too was a Rebel in her day...
Whose lap I sat on one rainy day when I was only two.
And she whispered in my ear, "you will become a Woman someday"...
"You will do the "Dance of Life"...
"And you will become a Woman of a Certain Age"...
"And You will be the Rage"...
"And you will Understand, and You will Forgive".
And now I will add, Maybe she was right.
In spite of my Fright of my "Family Tree".
I'm beginning to Forgive and Understand,
For I have become that Woman... of a Certain Age.