Another Mother of mine
You shape my voice, from a child to a dreamer,
You teach me
Romantic poetry, Sociolinguistics, Waiting For Godot,
You discuss
Morrison and Hemingway, racism and lost-generation ;
Lessons I shall be carrying forever, to my grave.
You interpret Middle English,
War of Roses, Teaching Methodology
Second language acquisition and Victorian ideals,
I cannot see you, your emptiness cries around me :
With Greek tragedies and Lady Macbeth's scream.
My father in disguise,
I sit next to you, I, interloper, lost
Your eloquence, you save me from obscene,
Ghost of you, haunts me, keeps me walking when
Stopping turns out to be an option,
I shall stand, look at me
Your head high, your heart filled,
The debt cannot be paid.
