Be My Example

Be My Example short poem

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Don’t fuss, give me two thumbs up.
No one’s flawless, we all mess up.
I’ll get it, don’t give up.
Like the sun that shines in the day,
moon at night, there’ll be a time
when I’ll shine too. We all have our
growing and learning period.
If I miss a few details, don’t condemn me.
Correct me, with time, I’ll get it.
No one’s born all knowing.
It takes trial and error; tell me without yelling.
Know it takes patience, that you aren’t perfect.
That hardly anyone arrives, we are all work in progress.
Still adults are supposed to be responsible,
Read, lead, talk, help and pray for me.
Show me what you are teaching.
Then I’ll be as you were, so act as you want me.
Don’t ask me to do what you don’t.
Live the way you want me. Be my example.

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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ammu sachariah

Brilliant write. No one is perfect in this world. But there is a time for every one. Only through practice and
experience we can gain something.

Keith Wilson

well written. You bring unity to all of us with our sweet imperfections.
Thank you


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