The bottom was so easy
When people took care of me
Rocking, bathing and nursing
“Gladden the crying baby!”


Things changed, as I grew older
Soon I had to move around
And later feed, wash and clothe
And make meaning in my sound


So much to do on my own
On the steep and bumpy hill
Reading, Writing, ‘Rithmatic
Acquiring all kinds of skill


Dealing with all the drama
At school, family and life
But it’ll only be harder
The day I become a wife


Pleasure and love it shall be
But coupled with reliance
Taking care of the household
All the hard work to balance


Pregnancy shall push me up
To the bumpy and steep peak
From complete dependence to
mothering a child so weak


A rocky hill of their own
They’ll mature by ascending
While I age; helpless again
They’ll watch as I’m descending