Feeling poetic…

Who am I?

Who am I, I wonder as I sit here at my desk
What words to use, what would be the best

Is it by my job that I would be defined?
Is it how I think and how sharp is my mind?

Is it as a mother, though now my kids have grown?
Is a mother needed, now from the nest they’ve flown?

Is it as a Nanna, a Granny or Grandmother?
Or is it as a sister to my three brothers?

Do I have a value, beyond what others see?
Do I have a value, by simply being me?

Is it as a woman, a lover and a wife?
Is it as a soulmate for the rest of my life?

Is it then for others, to say how I’m defined?
Will they see the real me, will they still be kind?

Am I just a colleague, co-worker or a friend?
Will I then be nothing, should my worklife end?

Is my value counted by what I have to give
Does my value wane, the longer that I live?

Does it really matter, what they think I should be?
The person I’ll be true to, it just has to be me!

No matter what they say, no matter what they tell you?
The way that others see you, does not define your value!