My Teacher (poem)~

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you said you’d never teach anyone

to cook again or spit poetry

 

you said the student out learns

                            the master

each generation grander

expectations higher than the one before it

 

but i beg you to continue

              to be my teacher

you add grandeur to my level life

inject wisdom into stagnant veins

 

you are my leader

feeder of my hopes and dreams

handing over the reigns when i am ready

 

you steady my breathing

steady my beating heart

you are the sea breeze under limp sails

 

you are the nail that holds my vision

neatly framed and matted

 

so please don’t stop teaching

i need you

I need to learn the lessons

so we can lead another generation to greatness

 

you are the sweetness

in the spring air

(for Maude Ena Headlam, aka Mummy, my teacher)

©Linda Neckel White