Teach Me

Teach me reverence
am losing ground
children adulting
mothering in a void

Teach me acceptance
disability’s waters flood
I’m in the margins
an afterthought

I concede life changes
release control – passion
begs an outlet; I am worn
but I am open. Teach me.

(Image mine)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

35 thoughts on “Teach Me

  1. This is a stunning poem, V.J. I love the rhythm, the fluid form. I think my favorite line is “I am worn/
    but I am open. Teach me”. I, too, want to be open to the lessons of the universe. You made me smile in the midst of sadness. Thank you.

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  2. Wow…. gave me the connection tingles. So beautifully written. The second stanza especially, the soft rhyme there… I love your way of structuring, neat and clean.

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