Numbers In Me - Poem by CONCEPCION CAMASIN

When I was born I never counted even a single corn,
When I crawled I began to count one, two three and four,
Then I realized number flowed like horrible horn,
from my mother's lair echoing as they blown,
Then I began counting one, two, three, four 'till early morn.

At my teenage days and years,
My parents taught us all to count and cheer,
Punishment in numbers never gave me fear
It amazed me to find out another number frontiers
And learned them in all attention and share.

Now, I am not a youngster but a teacher,
The love for numbers is from the counting of my mother,
and the shadow figures echoed by my father,
All have influenced me to become a number preacher,
for numbers live in me as I live with them.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

Form: Cinquain

Comments about Numbers In Me by CONCEPCION CAMASIN

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (9/6/2015 9:53:00 AM)

    A very interesting poem on how your Mum and the teachers influenced you and made you today a teacher of Numbers. very revealing poem on the early influences in our lives. thank you dear poetess (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (9/4/2015 11:14:00 AM)

    Teachers are the most valued members of society. Thanks, Concepcion (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

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