Change of Life

Change of Life

Here it comes,
the end of my womanly flow,
of the supple roundness of my youth,
of long chestnut tresses,
of midnight pacing vigils,
The end of Goodnight Moon at bedtime,
of clinging to my leg,
of piggy-back rides,
of pushes on the swing,
The end of barrettes and jelly shoes,
of cutting gum out of hair,
of stepping on Cheerios,
of tiny midnight kicks,
The end of sore nipples from nursing,
of watching them sleep,
of that sweet after-bath smell,
of pink towels with hoods.
The end of the itsy bitsy spider.
Well, then again,
there may be grandchildren.