I’m Me Again

“Hands off my son!”

I’m Me again
Birthing days are over
My tommy – almost flat
With face caked with potty.
I’m still young.

I’m Me again
First, I prime my face, conceal it
Then with a foundation, again I find it
As if it were lost in the first place
Friends tell me, I’m still young.

I’m Me again
Momentarily back in the dating game
Behind my spouse, I steal stares
Who says roasted yam cannot be eaten with stew
I’m still young.

I’m Me again
With newer friends, I chide my children
If I’m called mum
My nieces, nephews, I’d rather call them; I’m still young.

I’m Me again
I’ve replaced my wedding band
With fashion cuts
Who’s to say I’ve had kids
I’m still young.

I’m Me again
I still feel the fire of first youth
And hardly say no when spouse’s not looking.
Is this a midlife crisis?
I know I’m still young.

© SpilledWoords, 2019

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