Red wine from a bottle; my virgin delights.
Devoted series and new, un championed adorations.
A woman, I am.
As capable as she.
What more do you need me to be?
Mummy, can I…?
Darling, what’s this?
Sister, daughter, niece.
How many hats to wear in a day?
Blackouts, burnouts, shout outs, hey!
A generational slump.
A reckoning is near.
Is it fun, being a woman I hold dear?
Kerry Bridges
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Kerry (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Societal expectations, personal demands that are unrealistic in the long term - at least for me.
- Category: Reflection
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We are all wearing many hats which is confusing. Expectation weigh on us all. I hear frustration in this poem that reads smoothly. A great read.
Thank you. Definitely mind boggling at times and yes, frustration for myself and others that try to meet too many demands and end up heading for a burnout!
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