Sunday, April 8, 2012

NaPoWriMo 8/30


The house was empty all weekend
My girls are grow, growing, almost grown,
(I feel so alone. Its scary.)
They're all legs and breasts now, perfumed and mascara-ed
And fashionable with cell phones and mall
Dates and making their own money.
They think they don't need me anymore and
After years of diapers, scrapes and snotty noses
Monumental firsts of words, and steps, and school 
(I forgot who I am. Its disconcerting.)
After years of being needed
I'm faced with an identity crisis.
Entering a state of flux, a transitioning
(I can be anything. Its okay)
My I is being redefined.

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