Who Am I?

A living entity.
A mother of three,
the wife of One.

A sister of eight
a daughter of One.
                      Only one parent is left.

My mother has passed
My father is only existing
                      seeking his way out.
Out...Where?
There, looking
Looking for the old glory
in money.

Who Am I?

A voice
in this strange language wanting to be sweet honey.
With words as my outlet
                        seeking my way out.
Out...where?
out...there,
                       looking for the old glory
when a language was part of me
but now dead, unused, forgotten.

Who Am I?
among you
a writer only by virtue of writing
                       fumbling with my pen
for thought.

Afraid?
I am not!  ¶ 12:00 PM