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She gazed out of the window
Watching the traffic speed by
A middle-aged woman
With no ‘job’, yet doing the work she loved.
Not living in the house of her dreams
But certainly at home in love.
Not having conquered the world
But having overcome her own demons.
Not surrounded by fawning fans
But by significant others,
Who saw the real woman within
And loved her for who she was.
With no children of her own,
Yet nurturing many.

She smiled
Content at where she was
And who she had become.
“Life”, she thought,
“That’s my greatest hit!”

 

 

This is my response to The Writer’s Post Thursday Blog Hop hosted by Cairn Rodrigues.

 

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