identity

(as it flowed forth while driving home just now)

I am me.
Who else could I be?

Who am I to you?
Am I defined by what I do?

Or is it how we relate?
Your mommy or your date.

For you I'll do anything.
I can cook and I can sing.

Caretaker.
Bread maker.

There's always more...
Chores and errands galore!

Kisses on the knee.
Waiting-up impatiently.

Rocking in the chair.
Long walks in open air.

Saying no
When you don't know
That saying yes
Is not the best.

Fighting hard on your side.
Cheering loudly full of pride.
Always ready with arms stretched wide.

Inventing games for fun.
Tucking you in when day is done.

All these things I am.
Doing for you the best I can.

But what am I to me?
That is the quandary.

I am me.
Who else could I be?