Life is the noun, cartwheeling abandon
The laughing girl running
Running to her future
Breathing the present,
playing and missing
May’s tickling pollen
She is the pronoun, meeting love in June
Innocent,
with strength in
her hair, then
becoming
a wife
Making life
That is real success
Yes - It has to be
Mothering is the verb with postnatal
friends like joy and duty
Friends that compress, suppress
Gone in a flash and
the babies always need another feed
Bright is the apt adjective for ladies
like her,
Tirelessly juggling. The adverb slowly begins
To haunt and she breaks
Why didn’t the dream Convertible come?
The preposition blinks
by your life and your gears (the conjunction)
I wonder how much grease will sustain you?
retirement eases in
It’s welcome
An unwelcome illness knocks on her door
No!
The interjection says
If life slips, then it
would feel like the end
of our species
An inverse of Darwin
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