Generational SpreadA Poem by Chris Shaw(how times have changed)
When I consider Alice and Martha
I am reminded they dwelt in days where open displays of affection for offspring were frowned upon. My great grandmothers appeared distant stayed aloof. Without doubt I respected their age and wisdom but truthfully even though they were both kind as well as refined, I was a trifle afraid of them. I cradle my new born great grandson within my arms, completely charmed by his tiny frame, his shock of thick black trace of a wave hair and windy half smile. I raised his father and for a while I reflect on how quickly the time has gone. Twenty five years grown, he towers over me, his son cushioned on my knee while a sense of deja vue filters through. I give thanks that we as a family are far more open, unafraid to express our emotions, unafraid to show that we care for each other in times of happiness, or despair and that stiff upper lip of yesteryear is lost like daydreams in wafer thin air.
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19 Reviews Added on January 13, 2020 Last Updated on January 13, 2020 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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