When Skies Were Bright
The 90’s were not easy, but my spouse and I got by.
Both our children, grown, soon were on their own.
The syndrome known as “empty nest” didn’t even touch us.
If anything, those wings of mine spread splendidly
as I ascended, full of hope, into a new Millennial sky.
In 2000, my age was 45, and definitely, I was in my prime.
Having taken up guitar, I strummed to songs I sang for just myself.
I belly-danced, lifted weights, did boxing and aerobics.
Reading up on fitness tips, and eating for my blood type,
I was at my best. “Aerodynamic,” this bird could fly;
even years of therapy on a painful neck were starting to pay off!
Around this time, I also took three fascinating trips,
first seeing the Big Apple for my very first time.
Also I basked in the sun and in the fun of a great Bahamas cruise.
Later, with a friend, I enjoyed a glorious week in Rio de Janeiro.
Of all the things feathering my not-so-empty nest,
one stood out, which later would define the woman I’ve become today.
Embracing the muse I’d abandoned in my youth, I learned to soar with poetry!
Today, twelve years later, I fly through skies much too often gloomy,
recalling a time before our world went mad - the time when skies were bright.
Written by Andrea Dietrich, Jan. 6, 2012
For nette onclaud's....AT THIS AGE Poetry Contest
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