Juli- Michelle Poet Quatrain

Talk About Aging

You want me to talk about aging, 
But my bones are still holding true
My fingers, elongated, and now, a wedding ring
Yes, I'm still in my twenties, it's true.

But I remember when I was three feet tall
And the world was as small as I...
But now I have: a husband to hold my hand,
A Bachelors degree, a new home, a new sky.

So now, let's talk about aging
Though my hair's still silky and gold, 
My eyes see things I never could before
And soon- my arms- a baby to hold...

Yes, let's talk about aging
How a girl becomes a wife
How a wife becomes a mother...
And it changes her world, her life.






**For the Aging Contest
Written June 6, 2019**

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Allen Beilschmidt Sr. June 9, 2019 at 5:51 PM Time goes by so quickly. Nice write Juli. "Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers we bloom and die. The wind blows, and we are gone- as though we had never been here." (Psalm 103:16)

Winged Warrior June 8, 2019 at 7:10 AM You just don't age fast enough Juli lol...lovely write my friend...me, I'm old enough to be your older poetic friend lol... best of luck...^WW^ Allen Beilschmidt Sr. June 9, 2019 at 5:51 PM "Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers we bloom and die. The wind blows, and we are gone- as though we had never been here." (Psalm 103:16)

Ralph Sergi June 7, 2019 at 11:42 AM Enjoy your beautiful trip to the future, especially with a growing child Good Luck!

Andrea Dietrich June 7, 2019 at 9:38 AM Yes, even you are aging, my dear! you have the 40's to look forward to now. That is a very good decade, speaking from experience. Can't say as much good after 60. hahaha. GREAT poem about the beginning of adulthood. Allen Beilschmidt Sr. June 9, 2019 at 5:52 PM "Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers we bloom and die. The wind blows, and we are gone- as though we had never been here." (Psalm 103:16)

Ann Foster June 6, 2019 at 3:39 PM so true... Ty. I enjoyed this one.

Jan Allison June 6, 2019 at 2:12 PM oh wow having a child is the most amazing experience and it definitely makes you grow up when you have the responsibility of a little one - superb write on a different angle to aging, good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx