Being a woman of middle years, I do not bend quickly with the breeze. I carry myself with discretion, borne of the years of my existence. Being a woman of middle years has taught me much; The value of a smile, to love my children, to smile with my grandchildren. I revel in their love, sigh at their distress, their tears are my tears. Being a woman of middle years, I have learned to love fiercely, to hate selectively, To fight for what is right, to hesitate, when I am not sure. I have found that truth can balance precariously on tightropes stretched over chasms of right and wrong. Being a woman of middle years, I have mellowed to sweetness, that which was once bitter, now love passionately, with what was once timid, and have become a woman willing to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul filled with hope. Being a woman of middle years, I value today, for tomorrow might not come. -- Copyright June 1998 Judith Anne Labriola
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