OctPoWriMo #17: Am I a Clone?

Am I a clone?
Woke up dreaming lines
from some forgotten life, 1-2-3 diversity:
My family a community
of quilters and writers, each stitching
our way into something new.

I have a nest and all the rest,
you, sweet kids, sweeter grandkids,
not suburbia, those tidy rows, ack!
Even my quilts don’t line up properly,
I’ve dropped a comma or two,
try to follow the news,
not too much because, I’d lose
whatever individuality I possess.

Isn’t that the point? I’ll confess,
I’ll cherish my family, my life each day I have,
Not counting to the end, just aware
I’m not a clone.

Not a Clone (Pixabay)

Inspired by my sci-fi writer/friend's first poem (see Sue Eller here), this poem flew off the keyboard. Thank you, Sue. And then today's news. I'm saddened to learn of the early death of Congressional leader Elijah Cummings, a stalwart voice for the unheard.

Tomorrow's prompt: First Time I Was Disappointed????

You can visit OctPoWriMo at http://www.octpowrimo.com/ to read what others have written. Thank you, Morgan Dragonwillow, Michelle Vecchitto, Esther Jones, and Maria L. Berg for hosting this month-long poetry challenge.