Homeschool

On motherhood, when our children surpass us

I was your heartbeat
your home and playground
your teacher 
passing down wisdom of the sages
through the ages
You, pen and paper in hand
eagerly slaking your thirst for knowledge
chewing on every fact and thought
like it was the last supper 
and you would rather die on the cross
than miss an answer to life’s questions
armed with all that came before you
and all that you can be
You set out to cross deserts
under your own moonlight 
me, nothing left of use 
standing watch 
by the creaky front door
still, 
I can be the flame
that keeps you warm