This poem, Who Am I, appears in The House Loved Us…A Collection of Poems about Life and Loss. How do you define yourself? Can you? What if it changes day by day?
I am tough, strong, fierce, powerful, bright,
achieving, that is, I’m that way today.
I work hard, believe in the work ethic, have lots to do, children, grandchildren, bills, worry, writing, and work.
Sometimes I think I’m a writer. I had two rejections. Does that make me a writer?
I am a successful mother, a failure with men.
I am in perpetual motion, but often feel as if I’m standing still.
I’m someone who always worries about money. My worry has nothing to do with how much or how little I have in the bank.
I love ideas, ideas about anything, gardening, meaning, the future of the planet, how to cook asparagus.
I started out being conventional, but somehow it didn’t work for me.
I love newness and hope each day will bring something different.
I’m a professional, believe in professionalism, and try to be professional, even if it kills me.
I’m bright, dull, insecure, confident, smart, not knowing, passionate, distant, anxious, brave, generous, mean, conventional, and daring.
I am a mother, daughter, sister, aunt, grandmother, niece, friend, lover, woman, professor, feminist, humanist.
I’m constantly changing my mind about who I am and where I’m going.