Sort of Strange

My husband gets better
looking to me the older he is
though we’ve been together
over 40 years.

I have a passion for
my creative work,
it doesn't even seem a choice.

Love for my son grows,
it's stronger than his death.

I am calmer now, more so
than when I was twenty
or forty or even fifty.

That the world’s situation is
as dire and shocking as ever,
but if I can't change it, I let it go.

 Isn't that strange.