Who Am I?

Who Am I? long poem

Who am I?
Sometimes I wonder…

I am a disciple…stumbling along an old, rocky path
An angel?  No…just a woman…
Straining just to touch the hem of His garment
Longing to be closer, ever closer to Him

I am a mother…my children are grown…my nest is empty
But no…I am a grandmother, and I am still needed
I am a great grandmother!  Once again, I sing pretty lullabyes
As I cuddle soft innocence in my arms

Who am I?

I see my reflection looking back at me…
My father’s hazel eyes that reflect my every mood
Deep emotions will change them from soft brown to green
No secrets will they keep

Hair gone silver now…not as thick and curly as it once was
Falling softly around a bemused smile
The woman in the mirror…young for my years
Although those laugh lines are showing

Who am I?

I am a dreamer…I know the world is a good place
Full of wonderful, caring neighbors and friends
But I see the way that it is changing, and I fear for the future
A future I will not see…

I am a friend…I am wise in my years…I love to give advice
But I am also foolish…the child in me refuses to grow up
Although I am growing old
I still believe in the magic of childhood

My little dog, my Raggedy Andy…he is the light of my eyes
He is my joy and my comfort
Always by my side, always ready with a tail wag or a snuggle
When I need a hug

Who am I?

I am a child
I am a mother, a lover, a friend
I am old and wise, I am young and silly

I am a woman
Full of love, with a big, warm heart
But full of sadness, too

I am a writer, I am a bard
A teller of tales, a singer of songs
I am a poet

Who am I?
Sometimes I wonder…

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Chandrama Deshmukh

Such a beautiful piece @angelquill
It’s like you have summed up your life in this verse.
We often keep wondering who we are at different junctures of life. And no matter how many roles one plays the existential question of ‘Who Am I’ never ceases to haunt the core of ones being. Loved your peom. Waiting to read more of your work.


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