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In The Middle Of All This Change

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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