Change

Change
I used to be the mother
        who entertained.
I used to be the mother
who made spring rolls
and stuffed clams
and fancy entrees
        for parties
Once I worked all day,
        cared for my children and
        baked fancies to sell for
        a little extra money
I made South African frikkadels
        and tangerine dessert for
        my daughter’s International Day
        at school and, another time,
a Colonial dress with a bustle,
        needed tomorrow!
Attended my sons’ band concerts
and football games.
Nights found me at League of
Women Voters or other meetings.

Now I rarely go out at night.
Sometimes I bake a coffee cake
for church coffee hour,
plain, nothing fancy.
I sit while I mix and stir and
use a walker to get around.
Today my children tell me to stay put
while they get my coffee
or find my book.
Now I am the child and they
        the busy parents who care for
and worry about me.

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