Child Of The Fifties

I'm a child of the fifties, taught to please,

think of others first, forget my own needs.

 

Now, my kids are grown and

they have kids of their own.

 

I'll take that as a sign,

the coming years are wholly mine.

 

Perhaps I will find

new ways to fulfill my mind.

 

If new surgery heals to some degree,

it's time to spread my wings and live for me.

Reviews

[Mark D. Chevalier]

This remided me of my own mother, a child of the fifties. It was a different time, but I always honor her for the love she gave, the sacrifices and the care she took of our family, even in the dark times. And I will be there for her always, just as she was for me. She is happily remarried now, and to a man that treats her like a queen. So in a way I think she spread her wings, and is living for her. And I couldn't be happier for her.
You have captured this moment beautifully.
M

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Life can be so wonderful and cruel. We raise the kids and when they start to make it on their own, and now we want to live our life and old father time, plays with our health. Don't give up I say, just live happy every day.

Very well written and i can certainly relate.

[Samuel Dickens]

You speak words so familiar to me, Barbara. I'm a child of the fifities too, and have struggled for years with my health. I'm sure you've earned some time to yourself, and I hope you have it and good health in abundance.

[wizthom]

when one gets use to giving ,
hard becomes the receiving,
spread your wings like a a baby bird ,
becareful don't flutter than get stranded on the floor of this cold hard earth ,peace wizthom

[Marina]

This was really good.
I absolutely loved it.
Great topic.Great write.

-Rina

[Mysty Rayn]

This is a great poem. So glad you shared it.