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This Teacher

A life story whose ink is not yet dry, Whose book is not yet ready for the shelf - These 96 years seem to have flown by; There’s nothing left to fear but fear itself. But now one slow day bleeds into another, She wonders what remains for her to do, Yet those who call her friend or aunt or mother Still cherish every day she makes it through. She says that "growing old is growing old" This vibrant soul whose lifelong goal was teaching; These hands that once gave life’s warmth now grow cold And idly rest while wondering whom they’re reaching. This teacher questions what is left to give; Each day she’s teaching us to bravely live. (Note: written for my beloved mother a year before she passed away)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 8/4/2020 12:37:00 PM
Very touching tribute, John. Awesome lady ~
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John Watt
Date: 8/4/2020 9:19:00 PM
Thank you so much, Line. You're right, she was awesome!
Date: 6/8/2020 7:30:00 PM
Remarkable! She sounds like an amazing person! Thanks for posting! ~Lili
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Lillian Twolsky
Date: 6/8/2020 10:21:00 PM
I wrote a mother's day poem for my mom that I posted as (Mothers Day Poem 2020), and I write a lot in my head that I don't write down. I'm pretty new to writing poetry but I hope to write more soon.
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John Watt
Date: 6/8/2020 9:15:00 PM
Yep, amazing is a very apt word. Have you ever written something for a parent?
Date: 5/25/2020 1:44:00 PM
And this one too, of course. Notice I am just commenting again anyway! Hey, did you ever use this one in that big sonnet contest? It would be so cool if you could win with one of your tribute sonnets.
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John Watt
Date: 5/25/2020 2:32:00 PM
Yes, this was one of my sonnets I sent in. Thanks for all your encouragement about this one, that had a lot to do with my selection.
Date: 5/14/2020 8:48:00 PM
I can feel from this how much she meant to you, this is full of the love and wisdom she gave; also really like the line, 'growing old is growing old' - did you ever show her this poem?
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John Watt
Date: 5/17/2020 12:02:00 AM
Yes, I was able to share this with her the year before she died. I'm very, very grateful I was. I wish I had thought to do it much sooner. Thank you for your affectionate comment and for all your friendship here at Soup. ~ John
Date: 4/21/2020 1:29:00 AM
John, I am certain that your mother showed this poem to many people before she passed, as she is now sharing it with angels, saying "this is what my son John wrote about me".
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John Watt
Date: 4/21/2020 1:31:00 AM
That's a very kind thought to share, Caren. Bless your heart for giving me that kind of encouragement. My mother is the reason I started writing. You made my day.
Date: 4/3/2020 2:28:00 PM
Honestly, this is my favorite between the two sonnets, john. There is only one wee thing that concerns me. Soupmail.
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Date: 4/2/2020 3:36:00 PM
I am SO glad one of my favorite poems of yours made his list. BIG congrats for that, John. Sorry about the other contest, you know which one I mean.
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John Watt
Date: 6/8/2020 9:16:00 PM
Thanks, Andrea!
Date: 4/1/2020 11:34:00 PM
"Growing old is growing old." - a wonderful phrase. You have captured the beautiful relationship of mother and child. My mom was a teacher. Congratulations on your win!
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John Watt
Date: 4/2/2020 8:19:00 AM
Sam, today marks the 3rd anniversary of her death. 70 years ago today she and Dad were married. Many tears of joy today. Thank you for your supportive encouragement and for letting me know your mom was a teacher. Blessings to you today.
Date: 3/8/2020 1:39:00 PM
This one is fantastic , my favorite so far, John. As Greg says to you, it's poignant! a fave for me.
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John Watt
Date: 4/2/2020 8:22:00 AM
Thanks for your ongoing support Andrea. I'm slow to get back to you, but greatly encouraged that you thought highly of this one.
Date: 1/26/2020 5:36:00 AM
This is exquisite, my friend, so poignant and beautiful, and it is SO my mother as well ... she is also a teacher, but was always teaching my sibs and I first - walks through the woods learning about nature, teaching us art, drama, science, EVERYthing ... it has never stopped, though she's 93, I still learn from her daily. We just lost Dad 10/27, born 4 days before Mom, which I have written about, (Shadow Man, Too Brief, The Flame). This is gorgeous - another going to my faves! Blessings, Buddy!
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John Watt
Date: 1/27/2020 2:07:00 AM
Bard, this comment was a warm cup of soup on a cold night. I'm so glad you were able to draw from this poem a connection between our mothers' similar paths. I will look into the 3 pieces you mentioned about your dad. Have you posted any poems about your mom? Thank you for the fave and the generous words, but mostly thank you for being my poetry brother. Blessings to you ~ John