940 - Mentor

Mentor

You worked on me,

Taught me things

That now seem so obvious.

Taught me that starting 

Was the only way to finish,

That a good book

Contains all you need to know

If you are willing to learn from it.

Showed me how to create,

To paint, 

To cook,

To pause,

And to look around at the world

And marvel.

At night, 

In the fading

I can see you:

Uniformed, 

Overalled, 

Frocked and smocked,

Wielding equally a hammer or a paint brush,

A rolling pin or a pen.

These were your tools of trade.

I can see your kitchen,

Your easels

And your workshed.

I can hear your music

And your words,

I can smell the linseed oil 

And the lavender.

You are now me

And I thank you for it.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2016

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