Ode to 2025

Farewell to another 525,600 minutes.

I must admit, I’d rather smile than grimace.

I no longer need you as a convive, my stubborn and cherished 2025.

Your span was filled with animosity and adversity, so simply put C’est la vie.

The World was impacted:

So long for the government shutdown, it’ll be nice not to have you around.

Rest in peace, Pope Francis. I hope your soul is etched on a divine canvas.

Adios to genetic hearing loss. Gene therapy, you’re a champ, a savior, a Boss.

Buh-Bye endangered species tag. Green sea turtles are no longer in the bag.

Motherhood was affected:

Adieu, Surviving not Thriving. We are Reviving and Striving.

Ciao, Isolation. Community and Support are our new Destination.

Rejected, The bounce-back body myth. In that I plead the fifth.

Sayonara, Momma Comparison and fake Instagram Perfection.

I was struck:

Au Revoir, cervical cancer, you risky chancer.

The pain was anything but brief, but so long to loss and grief.

See ya, body shame. My body is MY temple to tame.

Bon Voyage, disappointment in myself. That issue’s been put on the shelf.

A new year is upon us to wash us clean, to allow us to renew.

With declarations, dedications, devotions, and decisions anew.

Goodbye to a slew of uncontrollable nonsense

A fresh 365 is a godsend.