You’ll be happy to know
I’ve figured it out  –
it’s not my job
to worry about you

As you often tried to tell me
but I was slow to hear,
worry about you
is none of my business

I’m sorry – it was insulting, now I see,
to worry about you, as if you didn’t have
your own way, your own wings,
your own destiny to wield
with your own hands.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2022