Changes

I was raised on a change is gonna come.    

Breast fed it’ll be a better day tomorrow

Been waiting a long time now and

ain’t nothing changing.

Seems the only thing changing is me.

I change from daughter to sister

to wife and mother, to grandmother

to ex-wife and still mother

and it’s all so confusing I have to pay

close attention or else I’ll forget

exactly who

I am supposed to be

Cause the only thing changing

is me.

My face has gotten wrinklier

My hair has gotten crinklier

My eyes look up, my breast

look down

and my behind is back there

just hanging around.

The only thing changing

is me!