Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide. - Rumi
The one who loved me first.
The teacher who asked me, "Why not?"
The father that made fun of my prom dress.
The God of my father, who didn't pan out.
The friend with beautiful hair who sat with me while I choked on my guts in the dark.
The giant that filled my empty doorway one night.
The slave drivers.
The poet who taught me to quit gripping the pen so hard.
The man who taught me what "now" is.
The child I didn't have.
The brother I lost.
The mother I gained.
The guru I almost didn't trust.
The rich man who gave me a light.
The ancient author on a telephone line through time.
The bartender in Maryland, that one time.
The sister. There's only one.
And you.
We all intersect for a reason.
"The poet who taught me to quit gripping the pen so hard / The man who taught me what "now" is"
ReplyDeleteawesome, including the ancient author, i speak to her too.
I like it. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful list, even with all the losses, you've gained much. I love you.
ReplyDeleteI'm curious which teacher asked the question. Your father should not have made fun of the dress specifically, but I have to say that I reviewed our prom photos and we ALL looked like idiots. Glenn
ReplyDeleteCarlos, Jana, and Danielle, thank you for the kind comments. Glenn, thank you for the comic relief!
ReplyDeleteP.S. The teacher was B.C. (before Clovis) :)
I am glad the words you have placed so loving on this page have become a road sign in the midst of my life; a light on my path, wisdom from an Old Soul yet so youthful of age. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteChuck, I'm so glad these words found you today. As the post says: we all intersect for a reason. Blessings to you...
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