Our August

Augustine was the name chosen
should this new arrival be a girl
but as her mother laboured
she knew, with certainty
there would be no “ine”

She is August, born in May
esteemed and venerable
a name fit for a leader –
I can attest to her ability
to run the show –
definitely rules my heart.

(For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt: August.)

To Touch or Not to Touch

She was quite eccentric, and visibly older than most of the students attending our program. I’d had five years between first and second year, so I guess she was drawn to my maturity. We both wanted to be teachers.

After graduation, she went on to her Bachelor of Education, and I gave birth to my third child. The next time we encountered each other, I was the parent and she was the teacher. Eccentric as ever. The kids loved her.

Except for the one that didn’t. That one complained that she touched the kids too much – her hugs and hair stroking unwelcome. Her license was at stake.

“If I can’t touch my kids, then I can’t teach,” she told me in confidence.

I never knew what became of the investigation, but years later when I would follow in her footsteps and have my own classes, I thought of her. It’s in my nature to touch, too.

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The focus this week has been on the subject of touch. Thank you to all the participants for touching me with your creativity. Virtual hugs all around.

MMA Storytime
I Write Her
Eugi’s Causerie II
radhikasreflection
paeansunplugged
Culture Shocks
Heart to Heart
parallax
Stuff and what if…
Sgeoil

(The featured image is my last photo of July, unedited. I am sneaking it in here for Bushbay’s challenge of the same name.)

See you tomorrow for a new challenge!

Of Winter

Where does the river go
when snow, blinding
claims the flow?

Houses nestled in wooded groves
shudder at the exposure of leafless days
brace against the chills of early eves.

How quickly we rejoice
at first thaw, eager to embrace
change – emotion often premature.

(For Lens-artists Photo Challenge: Winter)