That question never troubled my grandmother, a mother of six
Caught between children and chores;
Her time in between
Was to breathe!
My mother, a mother of three
Found time to garden, embroider, knit, and sew
Caught a movie or a gossip session
But she was never more than a wife and mother.
Who am I?
A teacher, a friend, a wife, a mother, a counselor
Success and failures strike a perfect balance
Have come a long way from my grandmother, for I
Did try and grab the world by its horns.
Who am I, asks my daughter?
You are the princess on the way to the queen
Reach for the stars as you soar
Wife or mother, up to you
You are all and more, as you grow.
This poem was published in Innseai March 2021 issue:
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