Reflective Poem
Moss laden pathways filled with the scent of skunk cabbage
These are the highways of my youth
Transporting me from abandoned log cabin to mud drenched cave
Free to scavenge, discover, create, imagine.
I was given many gifts.
The gift of freedom, of challenge, of accomplishment.
Opportunity to grow and show what I was capable of
Opportunity to try and fail with support to fall back on
Never meant to feel like a failure or that I needed to try harder
Back home, a warm house filled with love and laughter
Tireless parents who always managed to find time for me
I was never a burden, never an inconvenience,
Extended family surrounded me. Bringing excitement and connection
A cultural connection. I was always one but tied to another.
I wanted simple tuna sandwiches but ate eggplant parmigana at lunch
Feeling like I was part of one culture but reminded daily that I was part of another
I disliked it. I grappled with it. Now it is something that I cherish
I teach. I am part culture, part freedom, part adventure, part responsibility
I want to support, respect and challenge
Assistance without