Babies crying in
the middle of the night
Toddlers teething
Ten-year-old girl giggle fests
Teenagers staying out late
making us frantic with fear
eye-rolling
world-weary sighing
shoulder-shrugging
teen angst
all that too shall pass
Twenty-something smugness
you know the look
the one you just want to
slap right off their face
except you’re too well-bred
and you know it isn’t nice –
especially with the one
who came from your own loins
Thirty-something condescension
explaining the world to you
as if you and the world
are meeting for the very first time
Forty-something assumed patience
telling you yet again
how to live your life
plan for your future
as if you and your life
haven’t been on speaking
terms for a very long time
Fifty-somethings eyeing
your car keys with suspicion
and worry-filled eyes
talking about where you’ll
live when . . .
with voices fading into
discomfort at the thought
neither of you wants
voice given to in the first place
Sixty-somethings looking
back over the shoulder
of time at the baby crying
seen by the thirty-something
as impatience. . . and judgment –
bad parent –can’t you
keep
that child quiet?
Seventy-somethings waxing
philosophic, sharing for all
who care to hear and many
who do not all their
gathered wisdom
Eighty-somethings
grousing and kvetching
about all the aches and pains
an eighty-year old body
must endure
Ninety-somethings grinning
like babies, just happy
and a bit surprised to find
themselves still here . . .
Yes, it shall all pass away
more’s the pity . . .
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