Oh my it’s blistering hot. please, please stop.
I feel like I’m standing over a steaming pot.
Beads of sweat pouring down my face,
Inopportune times embarrassing place.
I’m fed up with this inward inferno.
Burning, burning from the inside out.
Wake during the night soaking wet.
listless, tired, out of bed I get
How long will it last,10 years you say,
Oh no Lord, take this misery away.
Good news, good news, help on the way,
Books and products line the shelves today.
I sit and ponder about the women of yesteryear.
Why the mental institutions kept them there.
Menopause, a change of life,
educate yourself, eliminate the strife.
Well said Melvina, so many don't realise all the signs, the emotions and the flashes. A good piece of advice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a matter of fact...i am soaking right along with this read! So true...and i know that there are many women out there who do not realize yet what they have to look forward to, although my best girl friends was early...she was late thirty's- early fortys and it lasted about a year, and she did not have any of the heat, sweat or moods...she was blessed! Love your write, Theo