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Progeny

I remember when children were a blessing
For some, they seemed a burden to carry
Happy mine are all grown up, I’m confessing,
Now I have great-grandkids – it’s scary!
I’ll never have great-greats, I’m guessing.

Written October 12, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

October 14, 2022 at 9:58 PM

I expect to get greats, but not great greats.

L Milton Hankins

October 15, 2022 at 7:57 AM

I'd have to be old as Methuselah to get great-greats.

Jeff Connelly

October 12, 2022 at 8:11 PM

L Milton I'm only commenting because I think that you will live forever... The ending of this poem is too heavy and negative for the likes of someone, though I don't know you, but having read your poetry for awhile, that always projects a positive spirit. Your great great greats will read this poem and say, "Yes he did :)"

Jeff Connelly

October 13, 2022 at 3:01 AM

Hahaha. Good one!!!

L Milton Hankins

October 12, 2022 at 8:57 PM

Oh, I hardly think so, Jeff. I'd want a much better body if I were to live forever!

Michael Tor

October 12, 2022 at 2:37 PM

Milton so wonderful you have such a somewhat large family. Must be wonderful around Christmas, that is if they are living within distance. Thank you for sharing...

L Milton Hankins

October 12, 2022 at 4:05 PM

Unfortunately, Michael, my family is spread all over the United States, and we rarely get together for holidays. Occasionally, we have a family reunion and folks come from all over. Haven't had one recently, though.