My Teacher, Our Teacher - a 90 year-old writes a poem again
After writing 2 prayer/poems, my mom sent me another poem for sharing. She is once again inspired to write after receiving your positive feedback.
As I mentioned before, my mom has an aversion for all the techie things we use these days, so I have to act as her conduit to the world wide web.
Once again, I am giving space to my mom's writing.
My Teacher, Our Teacher
You told me to write
I asked what it will be about
Anything lovely, you answered
To drive sorrows away.
Shall it be about the sun?
Shall it be about the stars?
Shall it be about the moon?
All these give me inspiration.
Honestly, I do not know
If they will quell your sorrow
Let’s hope they’ll just disappear
Like the dark clouds in the atmosphere.
I think I’ll write about my teacher
Who urged me to share
The bread and butter
Which fill both hands and soul.
I never was aware
That many in my small sphere
Have never tasted
A satisfying dinner.
With the help of a prayer
I doubled the bread
No shame was felt
Even if it did not have much butter
The bread is sweet and satisfies our hunger
I realized it does not matter
Whoever gives or receives the bread
Will be blessed by my teacher – our Living Teacher.
- Maria S. Placer
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