In the past I lived some other world.
Where my special purpose was never unfurled.
I always answered to child, wife or
mother.
Non-exclusive labels so I dreamed of
another.
I want to thank this lofty Commission.
As I accept a prize from my new position,
Tonight I stand before you a poet.
And believe it or not
By God, I still don't know it.
— by Cappy Hall Rearick
© Copyright Cappy Hall Rearick
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