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…