Thursday, March 15, 2012

Privilege

Sitting in a coffee shop
overwhelmed by gratitude
listening to heartache
exchanging pain for laughter

Picking up my phone
as the alarm stops its ring
finding an unexpected message
accepting memories and hope

I didn't know when I started teaching
that being myself
would open new relationships
feed me in such beautiful ways

I found myself today
realizing how lucky I am
as two beautiful young women
reached out to me

Reminded me to stop
take a close look at my life
receive the gifts they offered
become friend instead of teacher

2 comments:

  1. I hope you also realize what a gift you are to many. This poem is lovely and the privilege is ours in reading it.

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  2. What a beautiful poem. Receive the many gifts as you reflect.
    MH at booksavors.wordpress.com

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