An interesting day,

Morning spent alone

with my thoughts and writing

for company

Feeling as though I had all the time

In the world

Then realizing it was already noon

The Starbucks barista

Excited at my name-

My grandma has the same one!

Ummmm, what? Excuse me?

The moment where,

For the first time,

I feel way too old.

Is this when it happens?

I examined myself in the mirror

Unsure why

Or how

I reminded someone of their grandma

While it’s a stage of life

I hope

Someday

To achieve,

I’m not yet ready

With babies of my own.

I went home

Made them a picnic at the park

Can we eat, play, eat, play?

Yes, you can today.

Shrieks of delight

Interspersed

with strawberries and cheese

A hot day,

A long day

Sprinklers in the afternoon

Then a nap for the little one,

Crash and burn from excitement

Then mom and dad

Snuck away

To do work alone,

And supper without the offspring

A day with freedom

Responsibility

Old, young and inbetween

Is this what being

Middle-aged means?