Coaching

A little mouse crept into my room

Too meek to speak, too meek to assume.

Hands clasped, feet flat on the ground,

Eyes down, with a forehead frown.

Quiet words did gently speak;

Thoughtful, gentle, reserved and meek.

A loud beast came boldly in

With raised voice made quite a din.

They thought they were sophisticated and smooth,

But were simply wanting me to approve

Every suggestion and conjecture they did raise.

Eager to seek my simple praise.

In came a soul quite simply torn

To travel a path too well worn.

Concerned that they may fall

Wondering if they can have it all,

Feeling they must choose one or the other

To have a career or be a good Mother.

Day in, day out answers they seek

From the wisdom I’m expected to speak,

But there is nothing I know

That can help them learn and grow.

We start at the simplest place to begin

To seek the answers deep within.

Craig Buller 22/04/2019

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