Why do we get so proud?
When our kids grow so
big, so fast. Grow up, learn
to walk, talk, think, grow
bigger than us, outgrow
us.
We watch them coming
all the way bigger, stronger.
Harder, faster, more - why
do we get so proud
when they start
smacking us around, throwing
us into walls, revenge for snacks
withheld and groundings. Elder
abuse, already! It's nothing to be
proud of, but we grin and laugh -
since
we see something they don't. Their
own kids
are coming up
right behind
them.
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