I pause to tell my stories

While others have barely finished theirs.

I realize no one wants to hear my stories.

It is the telling of their’s which they find so intriguing.

I love my stories, the make up of my life

And now when I am older, I have no burning need to tell them, as young I once did.

As I listen to the stories of others younger than I

My stories sit inside me and give me comfort

When my kids were young, and I worried so about them and relished the nighttime when they all were asleep in their beds

When I bought my first house and had no idea what I was getting into

When a boyfriend gave me a spectacular present.

When I missed my mother so much I could hardly breathe..and finally I got used to her absence.