Twas' the Night Before 40 (Poem)
(Read it like Twas' the Night Before Xmas)
Twas’ the night before 40 and all was quiet as a mouse.
Not a peep from my snoring hubby or beeps from my house.
I was up all night thinking about turning forever old
when out comes my hemorrhoid touching the toilet bowl
I stand up from the toilet, all kinds of thoughts in my head
My body Aching and creaking every step back to the bed.
I stop at the mirror and take a deep breath in.
I feel like my body is like the man in Oz made of tin.
My skin has dulled down and now shows my true age.
Wrinkly hands grip my face as I get ready for this new page
My youthfulness has gone and I no longer need ID
My first car that I own is now registered antique
I’ve become that woman that can quote many a story
For every life lesson learned that happened before 40.
I suck in my belly while lifting my boobs back to place.
It’s been a long time since they were in its original space.
My spider veins and stretch marks tells my body’s story.
It tells of the strength, and sacrifice I gave for my child’s glory.
Although it’s sometimes hard to look a myself as old.
I would never go back to the beginning of this mold.
Here is to 40, Cheers for all that is new to come.
No matter what happens, I have already won.