Coincidentally, I had my students create a Vitae poem fashioned after Lisel Mueller's poem titled Curriculum Vitae just a few weeks ago. Today, I'll share my own Curriculum Vitae poem with you. I make no promises - my poetry skills are lacking. But so were my options for the letter 'V'.
Beth's Curriculum Vitae
I was born to a family of metaphorical gypsies, dragged from bitter winters to dry, hot summers to sticky fall days.
Friendship was fleeting, a promise, there and gone again, with only stickers for memories.
Schools were as numerous as tiny summer gnats. Each day was filled with errors and achievements I can’t remember and am too busy to recall.
College passed by too quickly. I dream of going back.
A whirlwind romance led to marriage, as a brain tumor led to children. Both unexpected. Both life-changing. Both amazing.
Though I expected to slow down now, life has decided to plow forward into unknown territory filled with thorny roses, brilliant hydrangeas and hearty ivy.
I wake from my first dream to find it a reality, bound and full of pages.
Small, elegant huts on stilts in the water, the purple hue of the Northern Lights and orange leis fill my mind.
I speak many languages, but have not finished learning.
One day, I will return to Monterey, where my imagination was born, where my happiest memories remain, where my family will join me. I will put aside ingrained gypsy ways and be still.
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Beth's Poem - eh