“Who are you?” A friend once asked.
Sad as it was, I had no reply;
Because the me in me was afraid to-
discover the me in me that refused-
“Who am I?” Ask the ones who probably know best!
Mom, because she “raised me”, dad, because he
“Made me”, Husband, because he “changed me”!
I am mother- yes- absolutely, all- consuming,
Unequivocally, so fulfilled, but incomplete in that-
“who am I?” As sad as it is, I have-
no reply, because the me in me that-
doesn’t know how to be free!! …