I was taught and I learned
Mom taught me to sew
Grandma Nora taught me to knit
My sister taught me to be cautious
And gave me freedom to throw a big fit
Dad taught me that messy is okay
And that neatness is for a cleaning freak
The trees and books taught me
Other worlds I could sit and seek
I learned how to do math from Mrs. Johnson
But promptly forgot it because I do not like math
I learned from the neighbors to keep my voice down
When I am angry and full of wrath
Cartooning is relaxing is a skill I learned from my soul self
Painting is a delight was taught to me by my granddaughter Molly
Love comes in all forms, and dogs are the best companions of all
Better than anything stuffed, toys, or a baby dolly.
I learned empathy from a spirit guide who came in my sleep
During my dreams which were extremely deep.
I learned hope from others who inspired me with their story.
In my heart Jesus told me of the dishonor in glory.
I am a mixed bag, every second learning something new.
Aware of the need to pay attention, at age seventy-two.
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