Oh, there are ups and downs in parenting!
Each son and daughter gave me pride and tears
Pride that swelled my heart and livened my step
When I see some strength that grew from us — me?
Tears against self — failing to do it right
Did I not discipline? love? teach enough?
The girls demanded all bedrooms clean
Conscientious — often, but not always.
Sons refused to “perpetrate” brand name clothes
competed to see who’d have the first car
Earned money by mowing and shoveling
Oh, but when they drank whatever they drank
broken arm! burned building! hard lessons learned!
All turned out well, but oh the road was rough.
By Nancy Ann Smith Amherst, Ohio
June 27, 2020 Poetry Marathon