Our Two Cents
On my mothers’ group Zoom,
Six of us in the “room,”
We remember what we used to do
When our babies would cry
Or, asleep, how they’d lie
And what helped us, back then, to get through.
What made us reminisce
Was, with grandkids now, this –
Things are not done the same way today
And our children, all grown,
With some kids of their own,
Think that they know the only right way.
It’s amazing, as well
As annoying as hell
To be criticized rather than praised
When we add our two cents
And our kids take offense,
Since it wasn’t by wolves they were raised.*
In the future, I hope,
That our children can cope
With the new rules their own kids will set
And they’ll protest that, no,
That’s not how things should go!
As for us? Oh, they’ll quickly forget.
*Thank you, Harriet, for that line…
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