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.”