countryfog
For those of us "of an age", with children and now perhaps grandchildren, you've expressed so well the memories we have of our own childhoods and the hopes that we have for theirs. There is nostalgia of course, but too the fear that something has been lost, some simplicity and innocence in their games and in their relationships. In many ways this age we now live in allows people to be "connected" to far more people than was ever possible in my youth . . . yet to call them "friends" is I think a sad devaluation of the values and experiences that word once defined. We can, and sometimes do, influence our children though, more by our example than our dictates . . . my older son is a computer engineer yet has a love of books no less than my own. I did something right, as have you.
2011-04-07

I must be the right age and in the right mood for this, because I read it, then drifted off into reverie, getting lost in the sounds of my mind: spring baseball games while the girls played jacks and hopscotch, yes, a different time; now, the kids with wwii and Guitar Hero . . . but my son called late last night from college . . . "did I wake you. . . " of course he did, and of course I said, "oh no . . . " and your poem is wonderful, and very real. It made me nostalgic for what was, and happy for what is.

A true Imagination Seed, and the rhymes help so much to plant the seed.
2011-04-07

NicholasG
Amen! My mother said this of me which I said of my daughter, which she says of her son! This is a fine writecrossing the generations back to the printing press, and without doubt many generations forward, still. I tend to believe the book will out live the computer :-)
Thank you.
2011-04-07