I’ve been a hair brusher, but my brush broke so I quit

I’ve been a Grand Marshal to many parades but then I looked behind me and no one was following

I’ve been a chef in the finest kitchen in the world until the diners stopped coming

I’ve been a Pioneer, pretending to make the best of what was already the best

I’ve been a Referee to some of the world’s most harmless fights, ounces of juice in a cup

I’ve been a banker, loaning money but no one is in debt to me

I’ve been a Driver, carting priceless treasure

I’ve been a Hair Stylist trying to intensify beauty that was blinding

I’ve been a Book Editor, carefully pouring over the crayola pages

I would have been an Art Critic, if there were anything to criticize but it was all beauty

I’ve have been the one to teach and preach, and drag a cooler full of sandwiches along a beach.

An item finder and homework reminder.

A cheerleader and neighborhood feeder.

A washer, dryer, dollar store kite flyer.

A bear fixer, birthday party mixer, turned medicine into magic elixir.

I’ve been poured out and filled up and lamented at my empty cup.

A story teller, past dweller, into the stratosphere, stellar.

Room mom, dress for prom.

Broken hearts held in my own, evil coming from a phone.

Prayer vigil just for one, mercy flowing from The Son.

Music planted just from me, grown and nurtured carefully.

I’ve stood in front of buses and trains, paper umbrellas in the driving rain.

Nest maker, amateur baker, morphed into giver from the taker.

Puddle jumper extraordinaire, braiding, twisting silky hair.

Money scrapping, heart aching, to give it all, painstaking.

What am I now, what has this all made me to be, a beauty keeper, naturally.

In my heart where all this dwells, the pasts hushed voices and present tells.

I hold this in my inner being, Godly sight helps me keep seeing.

Because they were, I am me, because they are, I carry it indefinitely.

Bobbi Adams © 2020

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