I was born on this day
pushed out by my mother
welcomed by my father, my grandfather
and all the ancestors before them.
Here I am,
68 years later,
no one left but me.
A loving family, problematic though,
two dogs, a messy house, a life well lived.
Who am I but a body in time,
a woman, an artist, a mother, a worker,
grateful to be here on this mortal coil.
And tonight I’m going to have soft-shelled crabs