I am a storyteller

An unusual introduction
in a liberating class

where I am free to be me
and not a set of label who also breathes:
BSc, B.Ed, whatever

I am the first-born daughter of only children
On my shoulder lies the mantle
gently placed there
by my Teeamma
who raised me on her stories

As I do my children,
for the nieces and nephew, I have blogs

I share vivid recounts of their grandfather, my Pappa
and his first raincoat, that I had heard
or my tree climbing adventures as a child
reaching the highest branches for guavas that I have never liked
(just the thrill of climbing was the delight)

I was asked early: "Who will tell these stories,when I am gone"

And this is my destiny, as I walk
As an Elder: first born daughter of only children
caught between those here in spirit
and old souls in new bodies

Fortunate to be drenched
in the words
that are waiting
to be strung into tales.