Life can be a struggle...

The unfortunate...fortunate gift of birth...

nice work...

Art Sun...

nice piece Karen, and there's hardly anyway around fighting life, it's always a struggle to survive

A constant cycle going around - keep 'em coming! Don't even ask why so few reveal the mask. And those so few so quickly claimed to a higher cycle but still the same. Round n 'round, no one leaves this game. So says the master of our shame.

Tom

...new...one is given at birth...innocence is a different brand of 'Top Ramen' these days...runaway thoughts...lose my description of perfect...with values spoon fed to the best...this is a different world to grow up in.
with hope...
John

I find a bittersweet truth emanating throughout your verses here, Karen. Very moving and compelling. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

i often question the path our western society followed...it just isn't working in its current structure...there are so many life possibilities that would awakened the life purpose and potential these children come into the world with, but sadly forgot just trying to survive...

Your Poem tugs at my heart,, well done.

Life these days seems to lurch steadily into unknown landscapes that few of us can prepare our children for - except for teaching them ground rules and philosophies that will assist them to make the best decisions in the face of often very difficult circumstances. And materially the more we have, the more we expect, the more we fight for, the more we believe we have a share in and a right to... I often wonder if our worldly aspirations, originally borne out of perhaps a sincere desire to "provide the best for our children" hasn't become the beast that will ultimately devour them. No wonder many are unhappy and confused about what is meaningful and real. Great development in this poem which elucidates your passage of thought. xx

As I a parent, there are plenty of days when I shake my head... realizing how quickly time passes, and worrying if I taught my children well enough.

Cryssa

An older one, who saw much of the world when child discipline was expected and approved, I see in your poem the result of parents refusing be mature enough to make sure that a child grows up into a MATUE human being. Your work is well done. - Bill

You capture the early span of life so well Karen! Then the realization that one is no longer in the limelight. We can only hope that they will choose the right paths as life continues to present the unknown...

Karen, finding life can be difficult for many teens eventhough they get an excellent upbringing. This is sad & heart rendering but it brings this reader a truth that exists in life. Enjoyed!

this pointed entity of uniqueness coming through the only way possible.~.() evolovel _ Ted

A lot of the fighting for life going on . . . It is the nature of the game to overcome obstacles . . . to NOT succumb to the baser elements of your nature . . . talking about some things I know about here . . . Although I haven't won, I think I fought the fight to at least a standstill and from where I'm sitting I can be happy with that . . .

Ah, but Life (hard as it is) holds so many promises, opportunities and treasure.

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*

This is so touching and real for me. As a mom and grandma, it touched my heart. They are so special and full of vinegar. Love this, thank you for sharing, Love, Bonnie

It's a tough, tough, tough world as it is.

The sad poignancy of this write is not lost on a parent or grandparent such as I. I have held at least a few of these new babies in my arms and watched as they grew to adulthood. I was one of the lucky...there but for the grace of God...and all the ones I held as babies grew up to be great adults. I am sure no one holds a baby and says you are going to be such a failure when you grow up so where does the fault lie?

Fee

Oh Karen. This is so sad and pulls at the heart.

Perfect and new, and what parents do to them ... sad, Karen.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.