A page is turned

We are conceived in an instant
Hopefully in, and of, love
And a page is turned

For 10 lunar months
Three trimesters
Organs, eyes, torso, appendages, hair
And we are purged into
A septic world from the warmth and safety
Of the womb
And a page is turned

For the next year
We suckle at the breast
Are held in love and warmth
Sleep, grow, see, feel, absorb
And one day
We walk, and the world opens
And a page is turned

For the next few years
We expand our horizons
Discovery of our existence
Toys, other creatures, friends,
Books, pictures, sounds
Everything is new, shiny, exciting
And a page is turned

For the following days
Voices crack, breasts blossom,
There is fur where there was none
We bond with our peers
And find the differences
Between boy and girl
And a page is turned

For the next period
Responsibility is engrained,
Cars, relationships, music, movies
Loves are found and lost
Our problems unique
We work, we pair, we create
And a page is turned

For the next minutes
Our existence becomes two
Or three or more lives
Love is defined in our caring
For others, our depth, our moments
Are shared with man and woman kind
And a page is turned

And then, the process slows
Hopefully with another
We suddenly see what was
Obscured by our youth
And exuberance of being
Fur grays or disappears, vision fades
And a page is turned

Some believe that after this
The book is done
The last chapter written and read
But I believe firmly that it is just

Another page that is turned