Turn an age, turn a page
And I can say, I love who I’ve become
Behind are those angst full years of running this way and that
Desperate to escape some uneasy feeling
And now knowing, there is no knowing.
Let the good girl fall away. Who was she any way?
A mirage of expectation I no longer have to fulfil.
I have my own guide on who I am.
I welcome your different views because fixed beliefs are worth nothing.
My greying tips are an honour. I’ve earned them.
My wrinkly tummy worn as a mother’s prize. I have been lucky.
A leaf on a tree, I’m rooted to the Earth but blow in the wind
Relish in sunshine, enduring the wet
I come back to life again and again
Today I am 40
To touch my own love is to start loving the whole world.