when people ask me what i do, i won't tell them mother
or waitress
anymore
i will tell them "poet" and they will think I'm a snob
and i will be one despite my dirty tee-shirt
despite the diapers i changed all morning
despite the dishes i will clear all night
but i will feel so much more like the person i am meant to be
so much less like the person i have accidentally become
and when my children are asked, they will say, "our mother is a poet"
and then i will be forgiven for the dirty floors and the wet towels in the car
for the snacks i forgot to bring to some field on a saturday morning in october
"oh" they will say as they nod their heads suddenly understanding
That really does explain a lot. All this time I thought you were just a dirty hippie! 😘 Keep writing and rocking, beautiful friend!
ReplyDelete"Duck Rape" was only the beginning of my poetic journey.
DeleteBeautiful :) You are all those things! John said my kids are going to remember me as a mom who "drank and wrote a lot."
ReplyDeleteI hope my kids will be so kind.
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