Sometimes I feel like a sandwich made with no nutrition for me
Grains carefully prepared for dying mother and thriving toddler
Best greens, tomatoes, onions, sour pickles set me free
I remember spending my days as a dawdler
Smile recalls what’s owed surviving elder, our lamb
Sacrifices, tears, cheers, shaped me; this legacy
Laughing toddler, hands elder a cracker, modeling who I am
Knowing one day we’ll switch roles, identity
Pondering ways of dealing with duty due love
On my knees praying for strength and acceptance
Chills up my arms receiving messages from above
Spiritual gifts of energy, susceptance
©2018, E.R. Smith
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