A PIECE OF ME

A PIECE OF ME

It is important to all of us

To see just where we fit

Into the scheme of things

And manage every bit.

We all have a place

And a role to play,

We all have many things to do

On each and every day.

It seems that I am important

And special to the scheme of things.

It seems that I'm often needed

And good at finding things.

But why does this heart of mine

Feel pulled and sometimes torn apart

When I know that I am often wanted

And needed – have  been from the start.

It just seems to me that everyone

In this life of tussle and pain,

Wants a little piece of me

And that clear skies will not come again.

I have a role to play as Mother

And it is natural they have their need.

It is right that I have a role to play

In their lives and I am grateful indeed.

I am a friend who loves so deeply

And feels the pain and need.

I want to laugh and cry with you

To somehow meet your need.

 I want to let you know you are loved

And cherished and held so close.

I want you to know I am here for you

And I care for you more than most.

I am a workmate and a carer

With a special group of friends.

Whose lives enmesh with mine

On a road with twists and bends.

I am busy folding laundry

And again the telephone rings,

I balance it on my shoulder

And I remember the other things.

I recall the shopping list

Left behind on the table,

I remember rushing around the shop

Remembering things as I'm able.

Sports skirts and hockey socks,

"I need money for bus fares"

Stirring dinner matching socks in pairs.

Read to me! talk to me! ~

Please take me here!

These are the things said to me

It's a busy life that's clear.

Mum, could you please sew this?

And take me to get some books?

I watch them all so often

And see such special looks.

But just sometimes when I am tired

And have lots I want to get done,

It seems that everyone wants a piece of me

And I have a battle to get won.

It is special to be respected

And loved in many ways.

To have my advice sought out

Brings joy to many days.

These are the days I will miss I know,

When the house is quiet and still

When no-one wants a piece of me

I'll be sad, I know I will.

But in this busy busy life I lead

It seems everyone wants a piece of me

It’s important – that I take some time

And keep a piece just for me.

© Linda J.Vaughan

March 2002  *

* This was written almost ten years ago at about three in the morning after a very stressful few days where I was beginning to feel totally pulled in so many directions. *