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. 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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  2. These words; ” I am worn but I am open. Teach me.” What a beautiful surrender into the divinity of humbleness! You set a great example for us all to follow! πŸ™‚ ❀

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  3. 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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