It was World Menopause Day on Monday and I completely missed it (o, the irony), so here, two days late, is a poem from my collection about the menopause, in celebration of the worldwide commiseration for our collective misery I’m sure I’m not the only woman of a certain age to have missed:
Silver Linings
I’m glad to be on the change
Hot sweats reduce heating bills
Bad moods make me assertive
There’s a full stop to periods
It’s a catch-all excuse
Crabby? It’s the menopause
Bitchy? It’s the change
Morose? It’s that time of life
It’s a license to be grumpy
And at last
At last
At last
My husband fears me
*Okay, so I prepared this post last Tuesday, to publish Wednesday morning, the fourteenth of October, when I suddenly realised that World Menopause Day is on the EIGHTEENTH of October! Which means my last-minute, sorry-I-missed-it tweet on Monday night was a week EARLY. TODAY is World Menopause Day.
Having realised THAT, I turned to my collection for a poem about forgetfulness in menopause to replace this one, and you know what? I forgot to write one.
The menopause: I rest my case.