My Forties | Sarnou Dalal | Print Friendly

Alas! I am here at the verge of my forties
Looking backward and forward for my worries
Backward, I see in me inexplicable naivety
Forward, I see in this lady a careless aunty
Who walks through life against the odds intrepidly
Who knows what’s right and wrong instinctively
I am here alive to survive the very sad moments
To thrive, to blossom and never be like monuments
With three beautiful hearts inside my delicate body
I am stronger than any other fortieth fragile lady
My three hearts will forever keep me alive to breathe
Motherhood to transcend evilness and to never seethe
My angels will always give me the wings to fly away
Away from whatever takes my glamour and glee away
To make me age, languish and despair all along the way
My three angels are here to make me love my forty

Poet's note: I wrote this poem the very moment I reached my forty years. I am now a fortyish lady who loves her strength after thirty nine long years of tears and laughters. With my three children in my life, I simply feel blessed to have been able to make it until 40. I dedicate this poem to Anes, Marame and Rofaida, my three angels