The Lost Country

Fall 2014 • Vol. 3, No. 1

issn 2326-5310 (online)

On Turning Forty-Four

By Melanie Barbato

This work was published in the Fall 2014 issue of The Lost Country. You may purchase a copy of this issue from us or, if you prefer, from Amazon.

A few years back
I noticed
That the billboard models
Had turned from
Women to girls
Now they are daughters

I started to notice
Smooth skin that sets us apart
More than features, expressions
Their pose no longer directed at me

I do not mourn youth
We will share
The same room on this earth
The bus stop, the mall
I can answer their smile with a smile

But at home
I have turned
The pale soldier’s face
Of all the father I had
Face to the wall
I have grown up to him
Now we’ll be growing apart
Till I can see him
With motherly eyes