Her Grand Tour:
A Four-Act Farewell Before Forty

Thirty-nine years and a suitcase of stories,
Four cities, four acts, a last round of glories.

 

The decades were daring, indulgent, and kind,
They built me a compass no map could define.

 

I’ll toast every triumph, each error divine,
And count every folly as fate’s grand design.

 

Let forty arrive with a bow and a grin,
I’ve done my rehearsing – it’s showtime again.