It was Friday, last week
We took off our bras.... Ahh
Four of us - one married, three divorced
No men in sight this night
None to judge our middle-aged flaws
Surrounded by caloric no-nos
Whispering about life, and
We simply 'were'

When women whisper
Without men
It can be a balm
Ladies in silk or comfy PJ's
Riding the wings of friendship
Stomping out all superficial facade
Embracing, instead, their differences
With unneeded applause

Written by Cynthia Rae Dennison

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