They Call Me


They call me Sister,
one to tease, and torment,
and on occasion, one to look up to.
They call me Daughter,
their one and only,
who needs protection from all harm.
They call me Friend,
and embrace me like family.
Those who are closest to me
are counted as sisters and brothers.
She calls me Mother,
and I beam with pride
as we both grow into our new selves
and become different women.
I’m known as Grandmother
and it makes me glow
to know another extension of me.
Watching new life blossom and flourish is thrilling.
I am The One who
stumbles often, trying to do it all.
Trying to get it all right .


Today’s poem was inspired by the Day 7 NaPoWriMo prompt found on

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s