A fun tale of my TRIP to
MENOPAUSE in poetry. A fun, fast read.
You will see yourself in these poems!
Are you on pause?
As in "not yourself".
Oh my goodness, what the heck?
I feel like an absolute total wreck.
Everyone I talk to, everyone I see,
is feeling the same, just like me.
How did our mothers do this
without talking to someone?

