Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
The Generation Gap
Generation Gap “I love your child” I say to my son as he nears the age of forty-one. “I love his vigour, his laughter, his noise, his brash ebullience – so strong in boys.” “In him – not me.” my son replied” “You’ll never know how hard I tried to make you say ‘well done my son’. You never did. I never won.” “I love your child.” I tell my daughter, wanting always to support her. “I love her pout, her childish guile, her winsome ways, her sunny smile.” “In her – not me.” my child replied.” “So many times I sat and cried. Your waspy tongue attacked with ease. When young I tried so hard to please.” I loved them then, I love them now. My heart is heavy wondering how in younger years, and lacking thought my petulance of action brought a rift I rue, a heart-ache sad. A gulf I never knew I had. Perhaps they too will shed the tears spilt love brings low in future years.
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