03.25.06
Mommy (January 1989)
I’m tired but there’s so much more to do
I’m hungry but there’s no time to eat
I’m happy but I’ve forgotten how to laugh,
or cry, or eat, or sleep…
I’ve forgotten me.
Who am I?
What do I want?
Where am I?
How did I get here?
Who am I?
Who … Uh, oh … I’ve forgotten.
I wrote this a long time ago, before my last child was born. Now he is 15 and I have a 2 year old at home, too. At least now I definitely know who I am and am doing the things I want to do, making time for myself and them.