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Gap of Generations

by Sandy M. Humphrey

Misconstrue my intentions
underscore my words with perception
I will soon learn to close my lips
keeping thoughts to self

As for my feelings they are best
left shelved in boxes
Carefully packed with bubble wrap
marked fragile and stored
Safely in a cool dry place
where only I can sort
Through them on rainy days

Brush them off my shoulder
someday when both of us
Have time and age between
I will share with you how it feels
when years of talent and knowledge
Are discounted by one so young
for now I see I am only meant

To hear and not be heard
Stand by but not too close
See and not be seen
Time is yours and
I am just the caregiver

08/17/2009

Author's Note: How is it all that we know becomes such trivia to the young that live in our house?

Posted on 08/17/2009
Copyright © 2020 Sandy M. Humphrey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/18/09 at 12:37 AM

I've thought a lot about this in the past year or so. I wonder at what age we become as ignorant as those 15 years or more younger than we believe we are. I may be wrong as they all think I am, but it seems to me that much of it has to do with not expecting enough from children as they grow into teens and beyond. But I think this write hits closer to home than many would like to believe. Good write lady!

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/18/09 at 01:43 AM

I think it's a matter of young-person genetics. It is the bent of untrained and inexperienced eyes to see the gem right under their noses as a mere stone. I can see you sparkling all the way from Oregon, and I hear you loud and clear too. That's why we need our friends!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/18/09 at 03:45 AM

As always I enjoy your poetry...CharMin

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/18/09 at 06:38 PM

It's like there is a time delay, this one about a decade long...later, maybe, some realize we have a little worth...Good poem. Thanks.

Posted by Melissa Panther on 08/18/09 at 07:05 PM

Great reflection...there's an almost yearning here that is well understood.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/18/09 at 07:24 PM

Oh, I just love this poem. It is the first time I have heard or read this sentiment expressed so very well. I especially like the last stanza where you turn around the old saw about children being seen and not heard. Although I am not a parent, it occurs to me that this particularly noble vocation - if it is to be carried out well - requires a healthy fund of humility. Thanks for this gem, Sandy.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/18/09 at 08:59 PM

This is so true and I'm so glad I'm not alone in this. sigh...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/19/09 at 02:14 AM

You've expressed poetically a universal among the young I believe. Seems to be in every human's genes.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/22/09 at 12:31 PM

It's stunning how much pain we keep inside during times like this, hoping that the passage OF time will finally bring sense of everything back. I know this feeling you describe well. Some days I think we were born crunching down our emotion, hoping may Heaven show a little mercy.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/22/09 at 12:32 PM

This poem packs such realness that I want to just hug you.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/24/09 at 02:37 PM

The generation gap aptly redefined Sandy. I love to reminisce with my parents now that we're older. My son is coming along nicely too. Good luck with your own family! ;o)

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