New mother looks adoringly at the newborn in her arms,
One who caused her so much pain while answering urgent need.
Fifty eight years on, her little cherub with all his charms
Pushes a Nursing Home and induces a different bleed;
Her house his family’s; excludes all doubt, adds new alarms.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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Good write D. Where does that leave Goldfinch and me? We're millions of years old, so we say. We're so old, we dunno how old we are! lol.
Must have been born, and as a reward did you chuck your dear old Mums into a Nursing Home?
We're not fully human - how did we get past the 'verify' on here? lol.
Focus orchi. What happened to your Mum?
This is a sad reflection of narcissism and greed in modern day society. Was it technology, our parenting, societal changes, or what that resulted in this. It seems only the tip of the ice berg where people care less about others, feel entitled themselves, are socially isolated and comply with social expectations of clinically sterile world with age treated as a disease. Nicely done Dave
Thanks for your positive response, Soren.
I however see the situation much more simply than that. It is borne of a totally manufactured housing crisis and a mix of selfishness and desperation in confronting an undeniably difficult situation many folks find themselves in as a result.
My effort here also revolves around extreme sadness at the contrast between the joy at the start and the way it all ended.
There is a politician in Washington who's answer is to have an increasing tax rate on property for age so that the old are priced out of their houses so the young can move in. I find that a very poor response.
I look at some humans and wonder if we actually inhabit the same planet, for it is certain we don't share the same mental space.
Boom! Powerful work.
Comes from the sadness I can't avoid when I witness the changes in love and mutual respect which occur in families.
(Now you aren't going to see me as an old softie, are you,Thomas?)
Thanks for your support.
Such a lovely boy when he was born.
Now look at him, an entrepreneur.
Well, that's what he calls himself.
Sure he'll visit her now and again.
Sometime reality in a nutshell, Paul.
Many thanks for your visit.
Good write, Dave, but i got a sense of my own guilt from it. She was there because she needed constant care. Sure, made me feel bad. - Phil A
First and foremost, don’t feel bad because of me, Phil.
This was a mathematical error rather than poetic in this instance.
The ‘seventy years on’ worked well enough as I built the line; however simple calculation made Mum’s age at something like ninety, perhaps. This did nothing, absolutely nothing to support the argument I was trying to make. At ninety a large number of elderly need special care (or whenever they need specdial care, then...)
I have seen and heard of instances expressed in my piece, so I’ve done an edit to accord more closely with reality.
More than grateful for your call out, Mate.
Dave, ouch. There’s something especially ugly about watching love and obligation get twisted into dispossession. This stayed with me. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thanks Tristan. Unfortunately (such a weak word) it does happen, and if it is painful to see, what it must be like to the parent subjected to this is almost impossible to concieve.
I'm happy I was never a parent.
Hello, Dave,
Siblings holding a meeting to discuss their parent(s) future because they neither have the time nor the patience - like a board of directors discussing layoffs. It's awfully, awfully sad and cold, the truth be known. Your poem rings true in today's society and thank you for taking the time to care.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Tony, I value your carefully expressed opinions and the genteel formality with which you express them very much. Also thanks for being on my side with this one.
Agree with you 😔sad but true state of affairs all over the world - see evidence here too🤔🤐
A denial of all humanity, loyalty and love.
Thanks Nafisa for your late but valued support.
Extremely sorry but have been mainly offline - guests and health issues are the culprits for my belated response - rest assured that the support is still very much there...take care
And you...
(No need - you've got to do what you've got to do.)
yes indeed - have a great weekend -looking forward to more gems from your side..cheers
The same put their children into child care.
We reap what we sow.
Hideous business this child care as it is conducted today. For profit, low waged carers who are ill equipped to handle the job or culture.
But economic conditions decree that partners both work to pay rent or mortgage.
Perhaps the decision should be made not to sow at all If it cannot be reasonably guaranteed that the fruits will have a good chance of a decent and fulfilling life.
That should scare the living shit out of politicians and their puppet masters for whom any decline in population means less consumption, less profits.
I love the way you write
I don't really understand why. Our styles are very different; I am not religious, as you will be aware if you have read any of my stuff. However therefore I can only express gratitude for your support. Many thanks.
It's the way you write that I like very good and I have read some of your writings because you don't believe doesn't mean that he's not present in the way you write
Read on as much as you wish. I hope you find something to interest you. But you will find eventually I think that whether He exists or not, he won't be hanging around my writing.
Take care and look after yourself.
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