a little book of poetry

Mom of the Group

As kids, we would all play family,

And everyone had a role.

The Mom was always given to me

Because apparently I had an old soul.

I was never the cool sister,

Or one of the twins.

I never had a special mister,

Or ever really fit in.

Instead, my job was to care

For the twins, the sisters, the misters.

Feed them well and fix their hair.

I was the glue that kept them together.

Now, I'm "The Mom" among my friends. .

We're a little older, a little colder,

And you'd think the childhood game of family would end,

But it will never.

Not that it's a bad thing

Because I love being the shoulder

To which my family clings.