Two posts today, one for April Poem a Day, Day 21 and one for Day 22

This one is so-so:

Meta morphing

I used to be
the cook
the housekeeper
the laundress
the baby sitter
the chauffeur
the mediator
argument referee
adjudicator.

In short
I was my children’s
mother
(euphemism for all the other).

Now all are grown.
I visit them; they visit me.
I’ve become a listener
a counselor
a wise
(or not so wise)
elder
and best of all
a grandmother.

Of course
there are always
chores
of some sort
but I have time
to be a reader
a thinker
a writer
and I can
even be alone.

Marian O’Brien Paul

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About marianobrienpaul

Poet, aspiring novelist, teacher, mother, grandmother, world traveler (lived in Turkey 3 years and then taught at Cukurova U there under Fulbright program for one year; lived on northwest coast of Co. Mayo Ireland for half a year), advocate for the mentally ill.
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