The Ninth Month

Education runs pretty strong on both sides of the family. When you see the heritage is it any surprise that Colby married a school teacher, or that I and the next sister decided to enter education? Colby's mom has been teaching for ages and is really good at it. She handles elementary school and Colby's aunt teaches in Nebo district. My mom tutors, my Nana and Grandad tutor (and actually run a successful reading help program for all of Canada-Bragging? Sure, but I'm a little biased), Nana also taught school and subbed for years and her dad, my great-grandpa also taught for years. He was actually quite the poet too. He passed on that appreciation to Nana. When mom was expecting me, Nana found the following poem and gave it to Mom. Now that I'm approaching the ninth month, Nana has passed it on to me. I thought I'd share it with you because it really describes the situation.

The Ninth Month
By Carol Lynn Pearson

Being a duplex,
I have been happy, my dear,
To loan you half the house,
Rent-free and furnished
As best I could.
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You have been a good
Tenant, all in all,
Quiet, yet comfortably there
Tapping friendly on the wall.
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But I hear
You have outgrown the place
And are packing up to move.
Well, I will miss
The sweet proximity.
But we will keep in touch.
There are bonds, my dear,
That reach beyond a block,
Or a mile, or a hemisphere,
Born of much love and labor.
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I approve the move,
And gladly turn from landlady
To neighbor.