What DO they think of us
Our parenting books
Our observational comedy
Our moaning about fatigue
Expecting sympathy
Perhaps even pity.
What do they think
Raised hard and poor
No TV, no distractions.
Electronic nannies!?!
No nannies, no babysitters at all
Except the eldest
Who kept the youngest along
And the other in line.
What do they think of us
With our worries and our fears
Those who witnessed glass smashed,
Fingers broken and much more.
What will we think when we’re like them?
© TheHairyTeacher 2017
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