The grownups creak, seems to me, not because their arthritis is so bad that it's audible :-), but because their understanding of gratitude is so badly desiccated. It's hard for a child to witness this, even if the child doesn't understand what went wrong.
For now, I have gratitude that I am not a grownup who creaks like a closing door. At least not yet. And I'm grateful for you and the poetry you create, Scudder.
Lovely, as I've come to know Scudder's poems and comments! Thank you.
Pris
I’ve always loved your work, Scudder. This is lovely.
Thoughtful, insightful and deeply felt observations and beliefs - thanks for feeling them and sharing them dad
The grownups creak, seems to me, not because their arthritis is so bad that it's audible :-), but because their understanding of gratitude is so badly desiccated. It's hard for a child to witness this, even if the child doesn't understand what went wrong.
Beautiful reminder to celebrate and practice gratitude.
Thanks for the reminder of the value of gratitude, especially in these very ungracious times.
The poem is already incredibly visual, but the addition of the photos is a bit of icing on the cake...figuratively speaking, of course!
For now, I have gratitude that I am not a grownup who creaks like a closing door. At least not yet. And I'm grateful for you and the poetry you create, Scudder.
Thank you, Bryan!
Hi, Bryan. Scudder and I are the same age, trying not to creak too much. We watch out for you younguns’!😄🧡