My Turquoise Ocean Voice

Like yellow kernels in hot oil, you fidget and fret.

“Nope, not going to remember. Never, never never. It’s gone, gone forever.

You are “special”.

So, like lapping green waves, I repeat,

“Put the top number in your calculator

And divide it by the bottom number.”

Like a cherry red mom at her son’s game,

I cheer you on.

Some have doubts, cloudy and grey.

How far can you go?

What facts will you know?

Will your skills grow?

But not me.

Like a priest in white,

I believe you can learn.

My turquoise ocean voice says

“You can do this.”