Teach me young, and teach me well
Give me something, to hold forever
To never abandon
And give to those,
Who will come after.
The child ingests a spectrum of lessons
Mother caresses with ancient tales
Gran thrills with lifelong adventures
And aunts warn with bedtime scares
All the rebukes endured
And rewards enjoyed
A Prick or Treat
The elders teach many things.
They soothe upon a lap,
Or punish on the bum,
And the young soul takes notes.
An adult perfects what need be perfected,
But holds a mother’s way most sacred;
Traditions kept alive,
Always listening to their inner child.
Each one, teach one
Share skills, ask a question
Many cooks, yet better dishes
The inner child learns best and learns true,
They know the secrets of happiness.
Colleen gave the theme of holiday traditions and asked us to share a cinquain (the last poem in bold) for her garland cinquain Christmas tree.
Sadje provided the #whatdoyousee image prompt.
I shared a little of my Christmas traditions in the last cinquain, as Colleen requested,
My siblings and I each cook a dish on Christmas day, so the kitchen and backyard are always full.
While the nieces and nephews run around asking and learning how to cook.
“Mother” in this poem, is gender neutral. Hope you enjoy this.
Stay safe and stay loving.