I turned 49, although it feels like 50 is stalking me.
* * *
In The '80s I was proud of my Madonna hair and said,
“Like, 50.. like, that's totally OLD... better live it up now
while your breasts are still where they're supposed to be.”
~ Blink ~
I am OLD and my breasts are sinking into the deep blue sea,
my eyes are creased with wrinkles that won't iron out,
my stomach is a frosted three-layer cake
after two healthy babies I never thought I'd see
(especially by the time I also saw 43).
~ Blink Again ~
I look in the mirror, comb the tangles out,
pluck my eyebrows and say,
"If only I knew at 22 what I know today."
* * *
Yes, 50 is probably stalking me,
but she may have a few grooming tips to share with me.
I invite her in, put on a kettle and make us some tea,
and I hear myself say,
"Like, 50, I totally agree...
My hair looks much better now than when I did it Madonna's way."