Why can’t you see where your beauty lies?
Not in your body but within your eyes
Lost in confusion of how things were
Desperate for times of youth, of hope
Eternally wanting what you can’t have
Stop and ahead of you, there’s more to see
The beauty of knowing how far you’ve come
Why waste your life on what once was
And miss out on what could be
Beautiful middle aged woman
You are a joy to see
But only when you choose to be
Much more than your body
Much more than your hair
Eventually you will realize that people don’t care
They love you for what you bring to their life
As a mother, a sister, a daughter a wife
Embrace your new body and rest your tortured soul
Beautiful middle age woman, your time is now
written by Diane Corriette Jan 2010
Beautiful middle age woman
This poem was rewritten to become one of the flash fiction stories added to my book The Last Hut and 29 other flash fiction stories.
I love writing poems for the middle age woman because it is at that time that we begin to think about the past and how things were. It can be easier to lose focus on what is great right now in our life if we are always wishing for the past which can never return.
I turned this more into a stream of consciousness in the book and expressed my wish for women to enjoy life now.