From a little girl, I grew
very silent, observant;
and into a woman I turned
young, beautiful, attractive;
I sought all the attention
and as all eyes sought me
I felt amused, flattered, proud.
On my marriage day
I laughed, danced, felt delighted;
when a mother I became
I felt the centre of the earth was me,
I felt I was the most important one,
all loved me, adored me,
it was like a rose among the weeds,
it was like a raft over the seas,
it was like an eagle over the volcano;
the power of life, the magnet was me.
Suddenly, I grew old, I kept watching
all that I felt when I was young-
someone was stealing it from me,
and I was there standing alone
watching her enjoy the glory, the fame
the love, the focus of attention
much more than I did get.
It was now her time
and I had to recline, realize,
silently, I had to wipe my tears,
my years were over,
it was time for me to take the backseat
and slowly prepare myself to go
and leave the stage for others
to be brides, mothers,
and grandmothers like me.
If only she can come to terms with this reality, the transition is easy as a daughter-in-law eventually becomes a grandmother at some stage of her life. Your poem and poet's notes were very revealing. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It must be a painful feeling to loose the ability of being the model of physically attractive to then having that attention evaporate. Time makes a scar out of beauty