This is a humorous look at when the child becomes the master and the parent becomes the student.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

In this poem I’ve again approached the subject of the juvenile strain of the illness (JHD). Although rare, HD does affect children. Without the recognition of HD, even in their own familes, who knows how many Melindas there are out there?

My mother in law: an amazing teacher, sometimes misunderstood.

Thing that we deal with from in this world.

What a blast it is to earn and learn with my children.

You never forget having your heart broken, but in time you do forgive.

I lug them home, I lug them back…

A haiku.

It’s that time again…books, lunches, school clothes, rules, tools, and all the rest.

A poem to tell the person who means so much to you.