I saw a couple in the street
With stooping form and tired feet,
And they had thin and greying hair;
Two toddlers tho' were in their care.
And from a generation past
Their mold was of a selfless cast.
I saw a mother sitting down
With friends at coffee in the town.
Her children though not with her there
For they were in some others' care.
And she was of a modern cast,
Where self comes first, and others last.

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 23rd Dec 2012 14:32

I don't recall my mother (6 children and an infant mortality) having her own mother look after her children. There is certainly truth in this poem...from personal observation. And let's just remember that tragic little girl in Portugal who didn't even have a grandparent to look after her while her own parents were out having a good time!

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