Being Me

To read a book

to sit dead quiet

to study people’s state.

To sip a drink

or write a line

you cannot overrate. To have a crisp

without the cries

that others want one to

to sit and think

without demands

is what I wish to do.To bask in peace

to view a scene

to pen a tardy note.

To feel grown up

to be a ‘me’;

I sit quite smug and gloat.To have all this

for one day – two,

soak up this precious time.

Then back to ‘mum’

and ‘wife’ and roles;

farewell to ‘me’ and ‘mine’.

 

© Nicky Clifford 2016