Many hats worn during a lifetime!!
Transmogrified!!
Let them peel away my layers to see what is inside.
By the time they’ve finally done it, I, I will be transmogrified.
For one year I was one thing and another year another––
not just the girl created by my father and my mother.
If I were all the things I was in my former years,
my observers would get whiplash as they watched me shifting gears.
I’d be a waitress or a film-maker, a teacher or a writer.
A traveler, a publicist and a poetry citer.
A lover, wife and stepmother, an auntie, sister, friend.
A granddaughter, a daughter–my titles never end.
In each guise, what was needed–a lover or a coach,
sometimes one to blame, at other times above reproach
I’ve lived in boats and houses, in motorhomes and more–
in huts formed out of cow dung with swept dirt for a floor.
So if you want to find a person who can be all she can be,
you can give up all your searching, for I’m saying, “Please, choose me!”
To transmogrify means to transform or change completely, especially into a different, grotesque, or humorous shape or form.
For dVerse Poets, the prompt is “Let Them.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
you’re our world traveler and you accommodateto any country, climes, or person easily. Hard to believeI taught w you and watched you follow “THE CENTRAL WAY” according to the dark virgin vinyl or whatever they called her. Those were the days. ANN FROM Cheyenne
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Okay, Ann, now I have to know what the dark virgin vinyl was. You did pretty well at breaking the mold and traveling the world as well…You showed me the way to Cannon Beach, for instance. xoxo J
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May we always be open to changing ourselves! Lovely poem, Judy.
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Thanks, anonymous one. Wish I knew who you were.
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Judy, your poem is sheer delight!! Tons of humour, your life’s journey and rhymes too!!
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I do the meter and rhyming to help stave off the Alzheimer’s, Helen! Works so far.
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