|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)