When I saw an alumni of my University was looking for submissions for a poetry book, I sent in some of my haiku, and this:
I am no one’s wife. I am me.
I am someone’s wife. But that is not who I am.
I am someone’s mother. But that is not who I am.
I am someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s friend.
Even taken all together that is not who I am.
I am me.
When you meet me, please remember this.
It has just been published in the poetry anthology "The Poetic Bond II" as "When You Meet Me".
I received a copy of the book a couple of weeks ago - it may not look flashy but there is some wonderful work in it. A really great, honest anthology of thoughtful, skillful work and I'm really proud to have been included in it.
The un-netted tree
Rotting peaches fall
i could trust
the silent mountain -
(c) Naomi Madelin