Is 38 too late?

I’ll age again this year and beyond my children, there’s not much to see here. No white picket fence, or dog with a silly name. An incomplete home and a feeling inside me, quite the same. No husband to love me the way a woman should be loved. A divorce I fought hard, him, he just shrugged. It sounds so negative, this I know. The love, and passion I have boiling inside me, is overwhelming though. There is a plan for me, this, I am sure. I’ll always have what I need and sometimes much more.