What I think is so funny
Is how raising children has changed.
When I was four my mother left me outside
While she shopped. She said stay here and though
I wandered off she found me
When Karl was eight he sailed in a small boat for hours every day
Catching fish until night fell
When my daughter was six
She trudged in all seasons through the woods to the
School bus stop and back
Stopping to look at interesting rocks from time to time.
When I was seven I walked to
A luncheonette four blocks from my school
And ate a scrambled egg sandwich.
When my son was twelve he and his friends disappeared for hours
Wandering the town, the railroad tracks, the river.
They were home for dinner.
When my daughter was two I drove to California in our VW bus
Without a car seat or seat belt.
Sometimes she sat on my lap and helped steer.
I don’t know if I am horrified
And amazed we survived