Women Turning Thirty Poem by Randy McClave

When a single woman becomes thirty
She becomes very impatient and flirty,
Her childbearing years are now in high swing
Now she is desperately looking for a wedding ring,
She will begin frequenting nightclubs and bars
Just to find a man who wants to share, 'what is ours, ”
She does not really want to return to an empty home
And of course she does not want to ever grow old alone,
To any man, one thing that she will never confess
Is that now she is impatiently wanting to wear a maternity dress,
She knows that she is in her latter childbearing years
Having no children of their own, is a woman's worse fears;
First she wanted a job, then a life and then came a career
Now she feels not complete, now she wants her own child to rear,
And of course there's her mother with her parental nitpicking
'Her maternity clock, ” as her mother explains, 'it is quickly ticking, ”
Her mother informs her as though gasping at her last straw
Like all other mothers, she too wants to be a grandma
Now the daughter doesn't want to be known as the lady with cats
She would rather be known as the woman with brats,
Now she is at that age where it's a must do now or never
But, to find herself a husband and father she must be very clever,
When women are in their latter childbearing age
They all begin to feel the pressure of their own maternal gauge.

Randy L. McClave