Marking a new decade
I look back at Decade’s Doors
Lined up behind me like dominoes
With clear blue Janus’ eyes
The colour of cloudless January skies
The first door was paper thin
As supple as my mother’s womb
I went right through with opaque eyes
Banishing fear with sugar highs
The second door was sensuous and soft
But my heart, she got so very lost
Until I met the boy I chose to marry
And whose children, I would carry.
The third door was made of toughened steel
As I learned to grieve and then to heal
My third child became my pride, my joy
Now a young man, he’s still my golden boy.
The fourth door revolved around and around
I was so busy, my feet hardly touched the ground
By the end, I just gave up; the money and the work
But kept my job as mum, maid and cook.
The fifth door is the heaviest yet
I’m going to have to put my back into it
I pray to Cardea* to ease my way
But I guess she’s off on holiday!
*Cardea or Cardis is the Roman goddess of hinges.