I’ve been taught to count my blessings
so I look at my fingers as if
ten wooden desks to inspirit
ten lampposts lighting the path as I swing dance through the fog
ten teachable moments counted on fingers
Fingers counting on memory, short and long
To lay the foundation of who I am so it can
Be built into who I will become
I can already think of a least four that come to mind
When I look at my palms; my father, my mother, poetry, and God.
But when it comes to FAM
Well, it seems I’m going to need a few more hands
See, I could never limit the amount of memories
I’ve been able to make
Or the friendships I’ve had the pleasure to create.
I can’t think of anything more intimate than
interlocking palms, gift wrapped by
My peers fingers as we sat in a web of yarn
Sharing the stories that have shaped us.
Or anything more infinite that the moment
The levee of my mentees responsibilities burst
Rushing rivers down her cheeks because stress, death, and uncertainty
made her vulnerable enough to plant her trust in me.
This program has taught me how to appreciate being needed
how to reconcile my heart and mind
how to set an example that a parent would be proud of
how to handle criticism as well as a compliment
How to be on time
How to let tears tell people how I feel
And laughter break down walls
how to embrace flaws and faults
how to resurrect ambition through every start and stop
how to lead
How to learn
How to breathe
How to be:
Anything I want
Like strong, simple, inviting, forgiving, level three
And even how to be wrong.
I’ve learned how to make a hand no matter the cards I’ve been dealt.
This program is a blessing and
If there’s anything I can tell you
Future mentors, mentees, parents
Its invest yourself, here, in this family
And let every lesson you’ll learn,
Person you meet, and life you listen to