Everyone is different,
Everyone loves in their own way,
And the way they love,
If you pay attention,
Shows how they need to be loved.
My mother taught me how to read,
Before I could even speak.
She taught me responsibility,
Before I could even reach the ping pong table,
Folding clothes and working other chores.
When I felt sick,
I was allowed to rest,
Drinking orange juice and flat 7up,
I could stay home from school,
Any day I didn't feel up to the task.
Her lessons still stick with me today.
I can face the hatred of the world,
Because she taught me independence.
And confidence to believe in myself,
Even when it meant standing alone.
She taught me that education
And focus on one's own growth
Was the only way to overcome socio economic constraints
For the greatest challenge,
Is to change oneself.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright May 2017