R J HAUSER
I’ve been suggesting to my grandchildren that we ought to celebrate Grandfather’s Day
In my grandfather’s day life was grim
enduring the Depression and the Wars,
it seemed as if the hard times wrung him out|
and squeezed his life force slowly through his pores
I’ve been a grandfather myself for twenty years.
I’ve learned the rules of family push and shove,
and how my times have proved quite opportune
to demonstrate strong service acts of love.
I think I need to write the lessons down:
while parenthood is a creative time to make,
grandparenthood is the era of the give,
and grandchildhood the season of the take.
My generation made itself quite rich
but overworked the earth and sucked it dry,
we’ve borrowed on the future, left some mess,
and our children and their children ponder why.
I wonder if men like Putin will find a way
to win for the young and lose their cruel wars,
to bless each new generation with
a tempered touch of conscience to their laws.
And where will all us boomers seek a space
to open our hearts and to release our grip
looking to share more than our self-made saws
and to shed our wealth and pass on ownership?