She knew me then. The bratty one,
The clinger-on, the tattletale,
The copycat and wanna-be,
The desperately naive.
She saw me through.
She knew me then. The single mom,
The divorcee, the working poor,
The disavowed and lonely,
The desperately needy.
She saw me through.
She knew me then. The space cadet,
The diver, sailor, up and comer,
Engaged, engaging,
The desperately carefree.
She saw me through.
She knew me then. Remarried one,
The comfortable, the dabbler,
The traveler and poet,
The desperately complacent.
She saw me through.
She knew me then. The caregiver,
The bedpan changer, the spoon feeder,
The POA and wheelchair pusher,
The desperately grieved.
Who couldn’t see her through.
I wish she could know me now.
Nancy Sliwa
8 September 2011
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