Free Verse · Poems About Mom
The Only School That Mattered
I learned the big things from you
disguised as small ones:
patience, at the kitchen table over long division;
courage, at the deep end, your hands hovering;
grace, every time you waved at the driver
who cut you off.
You called it raising me.
I call it the only school that mattered.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“The Only School That Mattered” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-only-school-that-mattered
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