Twenty one reasons to remain
attractive at forty two, two
Children, a home in all shades of blue
Cars, cards, cuddles and the sweet pain
of knowing that each night at nine, we kiss
& tiny, timid polka dots light up the sky
Perfect porcelain angels look on, do not fly
handing out stabbing aches called bliss
I wonder if you know that I am sane now
Attractive at forty two, two lifetimes
into these Marie-kondo shelves, glorious primes
Rid of your insane breath, sober and how
(As posted to a Facebook poetry group Singpowrimo)
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