Sixty times the confusion
created by our mother’s
and living grandmothers
scraping old clothes on washboards,
skimping on meat and meals,
saving old thread in boxes
under their sunk-down mattresses
fandangled contraptions
and new age female kin
as much a foreign invention
as the reason for a hula hoop
round and round, hips
that learn to undulate
like our immediate ancestry
would not have thought to do
a sin, to be girl, woman, Eve
with raw chaffed thighs
from the pennies, misplaced,
but keeping us together
from brown oxfords
to rag-tied curls,
they remembered
something medusaesque
about us to them
as unplotted as the land
they came too that weighed
heavily on their wish
to have the wispish waif
drop the Victorian values
and join us
Author notes
I was raised by an older mother who was confounded by my contemporary ways.
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I work in a mobile shop, and the gap between me and people from an older generation is so big - as if evolution let them stand aside and descided to go only further with the young ones...
It's hard to imagine how fast times go, and I wonder how I will be when I belong to the older elite of this beautiful world.
You have created a strong poem, that radiates a clear message throughout the lines and I like that
well done!
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I strung seven chidlren through my early adult lives until midlife and they kept me young. I kept up-to-date on fads and fashions and music and let it pull me closer to their understanding. I now let my grandchildren tug me along..funny, but it seems to the music that keeps us understanding each other.
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Nice
The world has change so fast and the times are running so fast and mucch we could pase, and the oldies has been a total diffrence with what today world has to offer you have choosen a very rare topic here and i apprecaite the tenderness and expression of choosen word that was used to paint the picture here your paste was well mentained and contianed with the rythme and style. good work keep it real
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Yes, it certainly changed in a hurry. My mother was in her late forties when she got me. She was the daughter of pioneers. Myf ather was 16 years older than my mother. He came to Canada in a buckboard from Idaho and lvied long enough to see man land ont he moon. I do not knwo if the world changed so much so fast than during his lfietime. He coudl not keep up with the changes in the world, let alone a late in life daughter.
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