Generation Gap
In my time,
children were seen
but not heard.
Just had butter...
to put on our bread.
Sixpence on Saturday
If we had done our chores.
To go out dancing,
borrowed the clothes.
Never spoke back...
would get a slap.
Two to a bed.
Toilet in shed.
Mass on Sunday.
Weekdays too
month of November.
Snow in our shoes.
Family rosary.
On knees each night.
A good scolding if
we started a fight.
Tough times.
Tough love.
Not easy to adjust.
To being a mother
in this modern age.
Love never changes.
Stays the same.
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