Nurtured

I well remember things my father said;
the way he showed me how to read a chart;
he'd hold my shoulders back to stand erect;
the tales he told, the teasing and the jokes – 
just what was true Sue and I never knew.
He expected much of me, had his hopes
that I would be a leader firm and true.
My nature though is more from mother formed.

Just what she said or did I don't recall,
rather it was who she was, her being
there to listen to what I told, to hold 
in prayer how I felt and knew, as I grew 
into who I am. Venturing from both
I am so grateful to be held, yet free.

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