|Me far right in light blue jacket|
Sisterhood of 1976
"Growing apart doesn't change the fact
that for a long time we grew side by side;
our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad of that."
-Ally Condie, "Matched"
The only thing that disturbed
unending summer days
was Father's whistle come dusk.
Betwixt cereal spoon
rattling in the empty dish
and his sharp twill,
we urchins ran wild,
or as wild as we could imagine.
I remember getting lost
in cornfields, kicking pebbles
into the quarry, heads a bit dizzy
from the sheer drop.
Slyly pocketing change from places
off limits - gorging on forbidden
amounts of candy. Experimenting
with matches, watching leaves,
twigs go up in smoke,
found cigarette butts, resurrected.
Running barefoot, forging trails,
putting ears to railroad tracks,
listening. Counting time by the sun.
Each night we'd wash off
the day's adventures, secure
in our sisterhood of secrets.
I look back at our freedom, our rascality -
compare it to today's overprotected kids
and wonder which is better.
Margaret Bednar, May 20, 2014
I had a great time growing up… we weren't exactly well behaved all the time - but not the worst of miscreants either. I know that we were not supervised like the children of today and my parents had no idea of all the things we did. There was an interesting article (long, but really thought provoking) about how children were raised "back in the day" and how they are raised today. It is "The Overprotected Kid" - click HERE to read it.
I was too late to join Poetry Jam's "Friends" challenge. But go take a look at the efforts of other poets on this theme.
Also linked with "dVerse - Poetics - It's Qutoable"