Once upon a time
Rhythmic rocking chairs on porch
Uncles, aunts spun tales.
Now new harmonies
Ear buds create inner beat
Grandkids deaf to past?
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I like this one and yes what a different generation!
Thanks. They really are different.
oh yes!
Thanks for your affirmation!
Such a difference, I wonder how many stories will be lost.
I was concerned about that. Then I realized my grandchildren will have their own memories. I can’t make them for them. My blog has breadcrumbs to my past strewn all through it. That is my legacy to my family. Who knows where it will lead.
So much meaning in so less words! Wow!
Thanks for your comment and following my blog. 🙂
Spouse read my blog when I finally sent him the link while I was still progressing on the A-Z challenge. Drove him to tears and to tell me I should tell my kids about it as well. Many of the students in my ORICL memoir class are writing in response to requests from their grandchildren and, while I don’t know if my kids would be interested in my stories at this point in their lives, I hope they or their offspring might want to hear them sometime later. I hope/trust at least one of your progeny (I just looked up that definition to confirm I am using the word correctly) will get some value from your writing as I have.
Also, thanks for your encouraging comments on my posts.
I was happy to learn that Digital Property is boiler plate stuff for wills. I know Word Press keeps things “forever”. I’m hoping my progeny will have time when they are older to read and savor my blog posts.
I like your posts. Glad my comments encourage you.