As the day draws to a close
I reflect on its events.
There’s the Mum me-
Making breakfast, packing lunch.
“Don’t forget your key!”
There’s the work me-
Answering questions, checking files.
“Can I just ask you this please?”
After five the Mum me returns.
There’s dinner and homework
And dramas around.
At last the day draws to a close.
The house quietens; the clock ticks.
The real me slowly creeps out.