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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

Date: 10/14/2022 9:58:00 PM

I expect to get greats, but not great greats.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/15/2022 7:57:00 AM

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

Jeff Connelly

Date: 10/12/2022 8:11:00 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
Date: 10/13/2022 3:01:00 AM

Hahaha. Good one!!!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/12/2022 8:57:00 PM

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

Michael Tor

Date: 10/12/2022 2:37:00 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
Date: 10/12/2022 4:05:00 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.

Marco Chies

Date: 10/12/2022 2:16:00 PM

This is a great blessing, no doubt.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/12/2022 4:06:00 PM

Family all over, Marco, but we rarely get to see each other these days. Everyone is busy with their own lives. It's not easy to get together often.