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In The Middle Of All This Change

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being transformed to who knows what
we discover and we wisely cherish
this view—cottage full of women
with our gray hair, aging parents,
emptied nests, non-lethal medical
conditions Oh what comfort for those
young careless girls we were to grow
into this, all our selves
Reflected
in a loud shiny gaggle
of laughing mirrors

3 responses »

  1. Julie Ozcelebi

    Loved it!!!
    Love you Paula🌺🌺

    Reply
  2. You are amazing! I can hear that laughter and see my red face gasping for air as I laugh and laugh and laugh my way to the next get together!
    Thank you for this memory!

    Reply
  3. Paula – Just beautiful! I makes me feel like I was there! Much Love Always!

    Reply

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