My ode to Menopause.
My lips are thinner now than before.
Still red with gloss, and still hunger for,
they are sensuous and inviting.
To love, to loss to kiss and not,
wise words pass these lips
but no longer pouting nightly.
My uterus has dropped and belly sagged,
I never thought it would be this way.
Pro lapsed perhaps, but not forgotten
a release from things no longer gotten.
My babies grown with lives so proud
you can’t miss me in – I’m around!
My thighs are thicker than they need to be,
but they carry a more substantial me.
Men. Oh pause! See me now and reflect
The Changing Woman so perfect!
High heels have long away
to a purposeful stride and knowing way.
My breasts have dropped to their rightful place
no less important than my face.
Why do we call it men-o-pause?
We don’t pause in our sexuality
or, our care for all humanity.
Don’t neglect us now we have bloomed
Surely we have not lost so sooned?
Oh.Men. oh pause,
It is now that we are! So this, so soon?
Reflect or play, we are here to stay.
Some men, now pause not knowing what to say
for no longer do I slink and sway.
After all, some think my time has passed
but here I find myself
Original poem written by Susanne Moore November 30, 2011