I don’t know
How to do what I am doing
–Fake it till you make it,
But each age changes the game,
And I am back to square one,
Learning
Learning how to be the teacher,
Who vaguely knows the lesson,
A novice at the most important task,
Of raising up the babies,
But this is how it goes,
As even the seasoned
Don’t really know,
We learn from our mistakes,
And oh there are many!
We learn from the wisdom
The innocence of youth bestows,
We learn,
We learn,
And then we learn again
Tag: Child
Unity
Daughter of the Earth,
Spirit of the universe,
I am one with All
Discovery
The World Envisioned (a reverse poem)
This
Is not
all,
the world
envisioned for you dear,
I expected
more
Of our fellow humans,
believe in something
Better,
more than this
home
You have been given,
May you see the good
come.
Come,
May you see the good
You have been given,
Home,
more than this
Better,
believe In something
Of our fellow humans,
More.
I expected,
envisioned for you dear,
the world.
All,
is not
this.
Color Theory
Precious child,
You see my color,
But not your alabaster own,
This is the world you were born into,
Me, and the brown plastic babies in the playroom
Are the only introduction you will get to this,
Your little mouth agape
As you ask me in wonder
–A stranger really–
“Why are some people brown?”
And I’ve had a lifetime to prepare,
Tenderly, “Because we all have different skin colors.”
My skin is not an anomaly to you,
But a canvas to be admired,
You will grow and input will develop,
But may you always find beautiful too in
shades that may not be your own
6 Word Stories: Patience
They never really ended, did they?
The medicine wears off, left restless.
She misses, longs for his words.
Her child breathing gives her life.
Fear, excitement in the journey: birth.
Composed of contradiction, breaking the mold.
She of Letters 