Middle. In Between. Not one way, nor the other.
Age. The number of years one possesses.
Middle Age. Neither young nor old.
The years in between youth and death.
Sigh.
What a drag. My knees are made of broken glass.
My breasts no longer bounce.
My face holds lines where none belong.
I break out in a sweat and call it
A power surge.
My mind is as sharp as when I was 25
- even sharper - and I’ve attained wisdom.
But my back aches and
I don’t have the energy
of 25.
My step is a little slower.
My cheeks sag a bit.
I find gray hairs from time to time.
I cover them up because
I’m worth it.
And I’m a grandma.
That’s the good part of middle age.
Was there ever a generation that didn’t
pressure their younger generation to produce
yet another generation?
I’m a queen to one of my grandsons,
And I can do anything in the mind of another.
I am adored by one more,
And the baby laughs when I
tickle her.
So, if I must trade youth, beauty and vigor
to become an adored, brilliant queen,
then it will have been worth it.
Yes, it’s all been worth it,
to hear that baby laugh.
A contest entry
- Ageing Gracefully by second-born.
500 points, ended November 1, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - NOW PRE-WRITES Aging ~~ Birthdays are NOT optional ?!?! ~~ L@@K by Melissa Burns.
300 points, ended August 21, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Life by Kal-El.
650 points, ended August 26, 2008, 56 entries
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Beautifuly written
I love the sense of love, and yearning in this piece. Though getting older in inevitable to all of us, I love how you seem to just embrace it - learning, and growing, even if it means growing old as well
Love this peice!
All my best, Amber
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Very positive write. i liked it very much. Keep up the great work and thanks so much for sharing this with us!!!
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you were starting to worry me there at the beginning - i thought this poem was going to bring me down - but i like the turnaround at the end.
"Yes, it’s all been worth it,
to hear that baby laugh." - sweet!
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Reaching Middle Age
Middle. In Between. Not one way, nor the other.
Age. The number of years one possesses.
Middle Age. Neither young nor old.
The years in between youth and death.
Sigh.
What a drag. My knees are made of broken glass.
My breasts no longer bounce.
My face holds lines where none belong.
I break out in a sweat and call it
A power surge.
: Y O U R - O N L Y - A S - O L D -
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- F E E L I N G - Y O U :
And reading your beautiful poetry
I know you must only be twenty one
or twenty two at the most ! Right ?
Yep me thinks twenty one Maximum,.
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- OR - AM - I - WRITE ? ::
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From one 'Nana' to another, Bravo! I think you have touched just the right note with this one, it has style and grace also. Grandmas Rule!
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If thats you in the photo. Your the youngest Nana I've ever seen.
Eamon
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PERFECT! Thank you so much for this entry into my contest, it has touches of light heartedness, but it's strong and moving, just what I needed
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I liked your last stanza so much…nothing could ever replace the laughter of grandchildren…though I am not a grandparent myself…I should know because I feel the happiness that my mother has when she hears the laughter of my nephew…thank you for sharing a captivating poem…
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A positive and delightful write! You put a smile on my face
Perfect depiction in the last two stanzas, of the great rewards. I also especially enjoyed the second stanza. 
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12 Roses
I smiled a little wider with each line. I dont have to worry about gray hair...or hair in general for that matter but you struck a chord in my heart with this one. It HAS all been worth it!!
Very well done
Roses
Raker
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brilliant queen...
Lovely! You have described the art (and it an art!) of growing old gracefully perfectly. Well written indeed and with a very strong message poet! Good luck in the contest!
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Not there yet, but your word's have me looking forward to it. I love the Loreal Performing Preference reference--I'm worth it, I'm sure it will be Consort for me though. This is full of the humor and reality that you so aptly convey. I think I will go and check out your "Competition". PC
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