Curiosity
When my Mother died,
There was no state funeral,
No tear felt announcement,
She was not deemed documentary material,
And no one saw money making opportunities,
Because of her passing.
Yet my Mother like so many of her generation,
Was the reason literacy levels were going up not down.
She was a prolific letter writer,
And it rubbed off on us,
Long before we caught the bus,
Well prepared and well fed for,
What school could do for us.
She would have been proud to know
That her great grandson,
Who is only three,
Knows each letter in the word,
Curiosity,
And can say the word too.
It is written on McDonald's happy meal carton,
In big letters for all to see.
Under the words Book or toy?
For those who bother to look,
And are able to sound out the word to their children.
If that is, they were lucky enough to have a person like my Mother
To spark their curiosity?
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