Poetry |
Broadening horizons |
At twenty,
svelte, lithe.
At thirty,
hips wider,
two children.
At forty,
waistband expands,
add a fourth to our brood.
At fifty,
Tuck grandchildren
into expanding arms.
At sixty,
eight grandchildren
rest on lap
of thick thighs.
At seventy,
twelve grandchildren
enjoy grandma's cooking
on their own road
to expansion.