Message of the Years

It seems I was always too young.
Even though I could swallow, I was too young to hold the spoon.
Even though I was walking I was too young to walk alone.
Even though I was six, I was too young to bike to school.
Even though I was a woman, I was too young to date.
Even though I had a job, I was too young to be responsible with my money.
Even though I was an adult, I had not yet had a child.
Even though I was married, I had not yet borne the test of years.
Even though I'd seen the years, I had not yet raised a teenager.
Even though I'd raised a teenager, I had not yet reached his wisdom.
Even though I'd found the decades, my children had not moved on.
Even though children move on, I still lived in the heartache of my loss of life.
Even though I found a new life, I'd not yet reached menopause.
Even though I've felt the tug of years, I've not yet felt their pull.
Even though I reach menopause, I've not yet seen my losses.
Loss of youth. Loss of health. Loss of loved ones. Loss of promise. Loss of my life.
I guess then I'll be old enough. But old enough for what?
Baqiyah and Jennah, I hope.