Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A poem for Katherine. Turning 40 and getting divorced is better than you'd think. Been there. Done that.
KATHERINE TURNS 40
A dollop of this, and a jigger more that
All go into making our fine feathered Kat.
You once were a Porth but now back to Brovont.
This decade you’ll master life just as you want.
At 40 your journey is not at all fated.
With work and two sons your life’s been updated
To include no more husband, but of men, there’ll be plenty.
‘Cause let’s face it, my darling, you’re no innocenti.
You’re hot and you know it-- don’t have to be nice.
You’ve got it, so flaunt it. Yeah! Bring on the spice!
On Charlie, on David, on Joe, Frank and Max
The dudes to be conquered! No time to relax.
You’re out there and stirring it up with the men.
You’re groove is so on you can rival cayenne.
With Tom, Dick and Harry you just shrug and say “Next!”
You’re calling the roll, and rewriting the text,
About how to rock it. You’ve got it all wired.
No rush. You’re at peace and at 40 inspired
To show what you know about older and wiser.
And your friends have your back; we can help as advisor.
Dear Katherine, cheers! as you start toward the middle
Of life. You’re the bomb, girl. You’re no second fiddle.
Ten years goes by quickly, you can take it from me.
And I see in your future the best yet to be.
~For Katherine from Lyn October 23, 2010