Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

From the Eyes of Someone Born In 1952

Through the eyes of one born in 1952:

1950’s TV craze
Muscle cars, blue jeans
Poodle skirts, class ring exchanges
Simple time, grandparents involved.
Girls want to be pretty, men call women girls

I Love Lucy
Topper, Loretta Young,
Show of Shows
Grandma’s house on Sundays. Grandpa’s teach skills.
Girls want to be beautiful, men call women “dames”

1960’s Marauding cold war
Russia cosmonauts
Space race
Grandparents are moved to nursing homes.
Girls want to be Jackie, men call women “wife”

JFK and Bobby
Dr. Martin Luther King
Killed by cowards
Grandparents give advice, but visits are more seldom.
Girls want to be housewives, men call women back home.

Early 1970’s, hippie revolution
Egyptian cat queen make-up, free love, anti-war.
Barbara Streisand, Sonny and Cher, Bette Midler,
Grandparents see an alarming pattern of disrespect.
Girls want to be singers and dancers, men get confused.

1980’s
Fur vests, striped pants
Disco Music, John Travolta, Sundays are just another day.
Grandparents have rights, and try to get part time custody of their grandchildren.
Women want to have rights, be independent. Men call them “busters”

1990’s, Turn of everything, selfishness on the rise.
Assassination of Innocence, church and family are scoffed.
Grandparents back off, not daring to give advice, seeing it is not wanted.
Women are working all over the place. Men are not the only bread-winners.

2000’s Computers are in houses
Children are alone, latch key
911 happens, people pray for a day or two.
Grandparents are nowhere around.  
Men and women get depressed; children are too.

2010’s  
I-phone. I-pad, I-know. I, me, I, I, I.
Lawsuits, lawlessness, spiritually bereft.
Communication breakdown; facetime grandparents once in a pink moon (rarely).
People sit next to each other and text. Confusion reigns supreme.
Breaking down of family is complete.  Sorrowful, angry people, disjointed, sad.

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Kurt Ravidas May 30, 2019 at 11:55 AM It's cool, Caren, it's hella cool and fave. I smirked at least seven or eight times. Trixie and Barbara, both of you, do you see what's this damn world coming to? And, thank God, you did bomb each other into ground yet) Caren Krutsinger June 1, 2019 at 4:57 AM Hahahahahaha I am so brutally honest in what I remember. I had a blast writing this real cool poem. These are punk words from my generation - the 70's.

M. L. Kiser May 7, 2019 at 8:30 AM It was a busy time, a different era; unique to itself, as was the following one. Caren Krutsinger May 7, 2019 at 12:25 PM Each one uniquely her own persona.

David Mchattie May 6, 2019 at 6:47 PM That is one serious journey through time you got going on here. A wonderful read. Have a good day. Caren Krutsinger May 7, 2019 at 5:14 AM Thank you David. I am trying to have a good day already.