Forty-four, immersed in vivid life,
Old enough yet young enough to be
Responsible to husband, child, and home,
Takes pleasure in her roles as mom and wife
Yet reserves some time to be alone.
For one can serve oneself unselfishly,
Organ of a music all one's own,
Uniting strains of harmony and strife,
Resonance that sings across one's sea.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon