Gail, Roger -- such rich poems of euphoria! Both are mining the same rare contentment that comes through aging gracefully.
Gail, the ever-so-light touch of southern charm in your poem is sumptuous. The convergence of the contentment you speak of -- both the gratefulness of simple things and the acceptance of one's place in the world -- produces euphoria of the highest degree, I think.
Roger,
Here is where I want to find myself one fine day - sans heavy breasts and big skirt
But oh, the place she calls "here" is paradise, however fleeting. The final lines are breathtaking.
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