Irene ClarkHogg


Nine Ages of Woman


Some say that three score years and ten
Count the life time of a man;
But I can beat him, I’m a woman.
I’ll reach one hundred if I can.

First I was an infant,
Screaming defiance from my bed,
Then my childhood, age of innocence,
Exploring life wherever it lead.

Throughout my youth I danced and sang
For music was my life,
But I gave up my freedom
When I became a wife.

Motherhood, a lifetime commitment,
I adored my beautiful boys.
At forty I threw out the tyrant,
And began playing with new toys.

I had lovers, not very many.
For none could claim my heart
Until at sixty I met my soul-mate,
And we swore we would never part.




Nine years of bliss, sweet happiness.
My handsome prince, and I his bride;
But fate stepped in, his sword aloft,
And tore him from my side.

Then came a time of tears and mourning,
I felt I could not survive;
But two loving men held me afloat.
My sons kept me alive.

Now I journey into the future.
To face it I must be bold,
Embracing the ninth age of woman,
And whatever it may hold.

Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 31, 2014

Topic of this poem: Life

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  • Bronze Star - 7,025 Points Neela Nath (9/9/2014 11:39:00 AM)

    A fantastic picture of a happy woman's life.Loved the rhythm of the poem as well. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 15 Points Thomas Vaughan Jones (4/6/2014 2:00:00 AM)

    Amazing Irene. I came across this just after I'd posted Eight Ages of Women. (the tile is similar but the content has been changed to protect the innocent. :) It must be true because we both say the same thing, save from a differing gender point of view. Hugznstuff. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 77 Points C. P. Sharma (3/31/2014 2:39:00 AM)

    Dear friend, woman that is power is ever young and fragrant. She is beauty incarnate riding the tiger to protect herself. She has the power to kill the demons, She is the Goddess of wealth, mother of the universe and its nourish-er. She is nine times blessed daughter of God. I bow to her. (Report) Reply

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