I know that old expression

about wearing different hats;

I only have the two, you see

different baseball caps.

One is for my writing

when I am all alone

the other one is worn

when someone’s in my home.

I wear it to keep from scaring

those who just can’t see

all the pain that builds up

needs escape from me.

So as they mill about me

I pretend to be quite sane

until the go and leave me

then I am me again.

My granddaughter knows the difference

she seen me wear them both

she just sits and smiles at it

knowing what its worth.

And when she comes to visit

and we are all alone

I put on the writing one

and create for her a poem.