by Cheryl Merrick
The young women glance around
comparing themselves to each other,
ranking their competition,
with a much practiced eye for details.
Constantly anxious of their appearance
they worry through their days,
vying for the attention
of the young men.
As the days became years;
many, many years,
In the security of an eternal relationship,
her anxiousness mellowed
into a comfortableness with herself.
glancing at her matronly figure,
she wistfully remembers
those days of competition.