a poem for my 55th birthday--10/31/06--Happy B'day to me!
Darwin was right, of course.
Atom by atom
we morph through time
Less nymphette, more Cycladic,
the loping runs and gracious twirls
to loosely swinging arms,
nanobursts of wit and mystery.
At night, our bodies cry
with deep aches and coiled tension.
A wide-eyed flower-child
just another grandmother for peace.
Please check this site: http://www.grandmothersforpeace.org