In this, the twilight of my years,
I recollect past hopes and fears;
sorrows and exhilarations;
my missteps and aspirations.
Too soon widowed, how could I cope
to raise my girls with love and hope?
We managed to survive, we three;
good times outweighed adversity.
Then came a second chance at love—
a man as gentle as a dove.
Forty years, well sprinkled with bliss
until we shared our final kiss.
Although at first I felt bereft,
comfort came from those who were left.
My children, grands, greats—and good friends—
bring sustenance that never ends.
Indulge me as I cogitate
on one anticipated date
when this nonagenarian
becomes a centenarian.