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…