I am no longer the poet of my youth
Nor am I the scholar of last year
Nor am I the girl of even yesterday
But it's okay
At least I'm still a pretty good cook.
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2 comments:
This is all true.
Your poetry now takes on the depth of your experience. The knowledge has wisdom added to it. The girl you were lead you to the woman you have become. I love you Jessica. Your future husband better like to eat. I have had me some of that cookin - umm ummm good!
Right on. :)
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