Homeschool, by my daughter
My 21 year old daughter is in a poetry writing class at Ohio State University. Today, she sent me her most recent poem. It stunned me—so completely in tune with what I’m trying to teach about the Brave Writer Lifestyle. Here is that lifestyle, in poetic form, for you to taste and experience. I share it with you, with her permission.
by, johannah bogart
lemon pluto pudding and moon pies
for constellation themed parties.
dissecting devilwood, daylily buds
or formaldehyde frogs with friend’s nurse mom.
it is savage garden full volume
to cover angry words uttered to fractions worksheets.
Fridays spent feigning French study
between chapters of Chihuly: Seaforms.
Tradition! Tuesday tea time
pg tips, scones, poetry sharing
“he clasps the crag…” from memory
merges with “maggie and milly and molly and may.”
then sister scribbling
in sketchbook, three brothers backwards
eyes to the computer, mind divided
me – attentive, knitting while
mom orates to her fondest beings
chuckling with e. b. white, aged understanding
day ends mid-chapter when mom’s eyes flutter
closed and kids, unaware that homeschool
is perpetual, think their learning is done