Who Am I?

Who am I?

I am a Mother of two.
I am a close friend to a few.
I am a daughter, a wife, an Auntie, a home-maker,
But no candle-stick maker.

I am a Teacher in training,
I am a puddle-jumper when its raining.
I am a rock-doctor, a dancer, a writer, a believer,
But no basket weaver.

I am a rock climber in summer,
I am a book reader in winter.
I am a thinker, a worrier, a carer, a sharer,
But I want things to be fairer!

I want harmony.
I want peace.
I want equity.
I want tolerance.
But my wants seem impossible when people pursue wealth over making do, best prices over fair trade, being right over compromise and taking over giving.
Aggression is the name of the game it seems.
Passion to do good by others and for others are lost dreams.


Or am I being too cynical?


Does a place, or a house, or a job really define who you are?
Do the expectations or needs of others be all that you are?
Or is it possible to be something or someone else?
Can you possibly be or do what you only dream to be or do ...