Thirty-nine today 
funny, it doesn't seem that way 
I feel young, old, ageless 
anything but thirty-nine. 

I remember my Mother 
saying that she would look 
in the mirror and say, 
"Who is this old woman?" 
The face staring back 
was not her own 
it was tired and wrinkled 
somehow she'd grown 
from a Maiden into a Crone. 
And yet, she said she did not feel 
older than the child she was at thirteen 
before the years had come to steal 
all the time in between. 

Thirty-nine today 
and yet my soul 
is so much older 
and my heart 
is so much younger. 

No longer Maiden 
those days are far behind 
No longer really Mother 
now that my child is grown 
Not quite yet Crone 
while my moon-blood still flows. 
Who am I, what am I 
now that I am 
Thirty-nine today.