my identity through my kids

get-together at mjMG last night

for an early Thanksgiving dinner

my brother and sister-in-law joined me

we met a few new people

and a lady who looked so familiar

but i couldn’t place her

until she asked if i were the mother

of the woman who plays with

Bells of the Cascades

so, even now, these many years later

i am best known as the mother

of my wonderful kids

random universe defined

if the world, the universe

are not attuned to my needs

then all being must be random

somehow smacks of arrogance

on my part

the assumption of a small child

that, if unsatisfied, i need only

whine and cry, and my desires

should be met

there can be no purpose to existence

if it is not centered upon me