It was something that you said
I took it to my heart
You don’t remember it
Insignificant on your part
Those words always guided me
As you moved further away
I repeated those words often
It became a thing that I would say
Now I no longer speak it
Just as you have too
The language is forgotten
That made me me and made you you
14th Mar 2022 – I’m not quite certain what, or more likely who, inspired this poem. I had a couple of candidates until I got to the last stanza. I like the wordplay in the last line but don’t think I wrote the poem just to use it!
As for the quote below, I can imagine using this in reference to many people I have met or know but every time I do that with words of wisdom I remind myself that I should be applying this to myself.
It is impossible for a person to begin to learn what he thinks he already knows.
Epictetus
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for all the delicious-smelling flowers and tasty fruit and veg in our garden.
It’s so quiet at school without the students here. It makes me wonder why we are here when there is little to do. However, I came and sat in the teacher’s room and read my book before coming next door for coffee. As I was leaving, I heard that two of the teachers, who’d been in that room last week, now have Covid.
I woke up in a nightmare this morning. I was trying to get Hayden home. He was about six years old, but had to leave him to go and find the key, which I couldn’t, and then the world was conspiring against me to get back to him, and I was awoken by my alarm and felt quite upset. I pushed through a little workout and meditation, but felt quite lonely this morning.
I’ll call Hayden a little later and see how he’s doing.
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