soften the blow

soften the blow

couch the criticism in suggestion

respect the integrity

let a child know he is loved

despite his falling short

let him grow on strong foundation

down that path

sadness overwhelms, lying down

under the weight of chaos

of knowing that without foundation

of adherence to respect and truth

with the inability to communicate

let alone trust

with the acceptance

of ‘alternative facts’ and unsubstantiated accusations

there will be no security of self

yet we rush to go down that path

though we learned where it takes us

only eighty years ago

greed enriches no one

greed enriches no one

the act of plundering thickens

our skin and our waistline

makes us sullen and grasping

we surrender our place in the glorious

diversity that surrounds us and, worse,

despoil and deplete it so what we pass

on to the next generation is a mere

shell of what we were given

each generation needs its own

humble appreciation and maturity

to assume responsibility to sustain

the richness of our Earth

each person needs to do what he can

to heal what greed has stripped of joy

even for the ‘me’ generation

which of us, when our child asks

for bread, would hand him a snake?

foundation of value

self-worth, knowing i am loved

that is what i work to have all children

take within themselves to enable each

to respect self and those other uncertain beings struggling to find place in

the enormity of unsure relationships

and hints of danger

to have strength of foundation

to be able to respect us all and see

fellow humans with caring

and compassion

imagine that

sensitive to who kids are

witty in the spirit of their games

kathi brings out laughter

and gives safe haven to imagination

outlived

not for discussion

this is what i’ve built

over decades

time, effort, funds

but it’s veered from support

of each other

to ‘what will you give me?’

perhaps it’s outlived

its purpose and needs

to end

delineation

from the airplane

countries appear to have distinct

patterns of farmland as though

of a class of patches in a family quilt

with colors generations have found

the comforting foundation of their view

on their lives

but mountain ranges, valley depths

streams, rivers and coastlines

keep their own identities

without regard for borders

would that we remember and respect

what nature gives as itself and try

to dominate only the little that we add

it was simply understood

greed may have been

good then, but not

the admitting of it

respect for your elders then

required that you use

their title – Mr., Mrs., Miss

not Ms unless you were from

the South and then

you spelled it Miz

anyone who swore aloud

shocked, and was shunned

but our black and white sensibilities

denied brown, yellow and red

the possibility of full personhood

it was simply understood

on the hedge

we seldom risk it all'

“Only bet what you can afford to lose!” seems good advice

until the moment comes we must decide who and what we are

will a sneak suffice? or will it bring us down in our own estimation

for the rest of our lives?

we are forced to look again at what we can afford to lose:

ourselves

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Readers Comment: “WOW! Pray we take the time and have the wisdom to make best choices.” SA Oregon