Teaching me to live

Today is teacher’s day and when I think of teachers, what springs to mind is mom holding me with this big book on her lap reading out poems to me. I used to listen, fascinated as I looked at the page, dark blue sky, silver moon, birds flying home, a pony kicking up his heels…

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NaPoWriMo Day3 – My student

Every teacher has one of these. That rebel of a student who she always scolds but who always brings a smile to her heart. My student He exasperates me, Makes me tear my hair out. It’s all I can do to keep calm And not yell or shout. The other students complain, That he won’t let…

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When the time is right

Ever since I was a kid, my mom has been telling me to be patient. I don’t know how many times she has said, “Nothing happens before it is meant to be.” And so when Dad asked me why I took so long in getting my poems published, I said the same to him. But…

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