We are like leaves
Shooting in beauty
Opening our arms
Just to fold in dryness
And eventually break into pieces
Or worse be plucked unfairly in bloom
So do grow another
Or touch another
Who will remember your touch
When wilting succeeds
In making you manure.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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Mum Cee
4 replies on “TOUCH A HEART”
Wonderful–and interesting final line. I meant to ask, what age students, and subjects do you teach?
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Between 14 and 18. I am a high school teacher. Thank you for the kind words.
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I admire you so–my mother was a teacher, and I considered it for a short while, but didn’t.
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It is tiring but a blessing. There is never a dull moment and if you are as cute as I am, it takes discipline, love and fairness for students to see you for who you are, a teacher, or they will treat you like a colleague. But it is all good.
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