My Teacher

She has shown me life. 

Walking vigorously across the floor,

With purpose in each step,

Her hair chases, trying to keep up. 

The look over her shoulder,

Showing me life. 

 

It’s the simple things with her. 

The way she sits across from me on the couch. 

Is adamant about how we hold hands in the car,

A subtle joke between us. 

Loving me in action 

Since teasing is love in my world. 

Showing me 

Life. 

 

Teaching is how she makes a living,

And loves. 

Not to change my being,

Or how I make coffee. 

Teaching me how to be loved,

So I can be open. 

 

To being taught that love

 

Has no conditions. 

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- Alden Crowe