At thirty-eight did you ever think you’d be
Considering another young one to bounce upon your knee?
And this new one would bring to five
The number who depend upon you for their lives.
Or a soccer mom driving a mini van
Keeping up with schedules like nobody can?
Now to the list you will add karate
For a boy who needs the activity.
Or staying up with what’s at the tip
Of music and fashion (that you’d still be hip)?
A little Love, Angel, Music, Baby
And some pants they call Capri.
At thirty-eight, did you ever think you’d be
The President of the Brookhollow Relief Society?
The Queen of the ward, who’d of thunk it,
And you still haven’t taken that Hawaiian junket.
Or taking time for reflection and meditation
About the twenty years passed since high school graduation?
Your best friend Mary, is your best friend still,
Now you talk together about going over that hill.
Or a mom whose refrigerator door is packed full
Of drawings and lists (whoever said this would be dull)?
Not to mention what’s inside this rectangular case,
Every week is an adventure in finding enough space.
At thirty-eight did you ever think you’d be
Married to a guy like me?
No prince charming, but can evoke some laughter
Still holding on to happily ever after.
Well, maybe this isn’t the stuff of dreams
But then maybe it’s not what it seems.
Who knew things would work out this way,
That you could have such joy on your thirty-eighth birthday?
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