What My Mother Taught Me

Written for dVerse Poets – ‘Quadrilling
without a care in the world.’ Our host,
Sanaa, asks us to write a poem in 44
words using a form of the word “care”.

Some mornings I forget how to care,
then remember: unlock the door,
water the plant, call my sister.
My mother was a caretaker
of broken things….bruised tomatoes,
chipped cups, the neighborhood stray cat, people.
She taught me that caring is simply
attention and love.

NAR©2026

This is “Handle With Care” by the Traveling Wilburys

Q. 252 – Quadrilling without a care in the world  

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