My Teacher

Dedicated to a beautiful and wonderful woman, Sharon Sherman, my mother.

She taught me how to brush my hair

She taught me how to read

She taught me how to cook a meal

She taught me how to learn

 

She taught me how to press a shirt

She taught me how to sew

She taught me how to be a wife

She taught me how to love

 

She taught me how to praise my God

She taught me to rejoice

She taught to forgive all wrongs

She taught me how to trust

 

She taught me how to run a house

She taught me how to give

She taught me how to raise my son

She taught me how to teach

 

Now it's my turn to be a mom.

Now I'm teaching daily

Reviews

[LSS]

Tab,
I love the repetitious rote lines, that are synonymous with the small classroom, one-on-one teaching style. I personally would have rhymed the 1st and 2nd stanza's and the 3rd and 4th stanza's last words to smooth out the flow. And I believe you will find your last stanza is not finished. You could follow the same meter and form to carry out the litany of the poem. (i.e. - Now it's my time to be a mom. Now it's my time to learn. Now it's my time to teach my son. Now it's my time to share.)

[Matthew Paul]

A beautiful ode to your mother. Very inspirational. A great read.