Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

A woman After Forty….

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A woman after forty is not squeamish to go to the movies alone,
And through all her frailties can very well hold her own.

A woman after forty is always free to choose,
Just ‘coz she is kind, don’t assume she is afraid to lose.

A woman after forty cares too much to care too little,
But mistaking her for a doormat is like calling ‘sunshine’ brittle.

A woman after forty needs less and wants more,
And she is very capable of finding it all within her very core.

A woman after forty can live, love, and laugh her part,
And her path is forever lit with sparkles of truth in her heart.

If you are a woman after forty, it’s just the beginning, far from the end
If you know such a woman, well,
…the privilege is all yours my friend…

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Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

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