My mentor stood before me
As I dialed to call my classroom
Checking on them in my absence
“Don’t let your students hold you hostage”
Her words shocked me
I stared at her in surprise
But in quiet pondering
I soon realized
We are, indeed, all held hostage
By our love of our children and pets
By a paycheck, a boss, or employees
Or dependence on food, drugs, or booze
Hostage to bills that need paying
Hostage to memories good and bad
Or…to the crooked smile of a little grandchild
This poem really made me think. How true it is that we hold ourselves hostage, without even realizing. I have an ill parent and several pets to care for and at times, I find myself running in circles, telling myself I need to slow the pace. Yet, I still continue, knowing things must be done. It is a choice. Maybe I need more time to sit and breathe.
Thank you for this thought to ponder.
Jill
Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Eileen
nice work on this view of thought...
Art Sun...