My last day being thirty-nine last day in my thirties but I don't want to cry I reflect on a whirl-wind of a life's decade the birth of my son the first decade of his life The friends that have come and gone through grievances and harsh good-byes some just seem to float out into the sky The ones still within grasp fill the empty gap with ardor and laugh All the sunsets of varying hues of orange and pink All the food enjoyed and wine to drink Sometimes a heavy load I carried sometimes I couldn't bear to step outside But upon the peak of the mountain and largely on the way down a lightness and peacefulness come and those waiting for me at the bottom capable of so much love Could I have ever predicted ten years or a lifetime of such a glorious life I look up at the mountain ahead take a deep breath and climb
Last Day of 39
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2 responses to “Last Day of 39”
Happy, Happy 40th Birthday Sweet, Sweet Girl! Love you!
Beautiful! Happy Birthday, Jen! ❤