This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
PHILIP LARKIN
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5 comments:
Ha.
Some truth in there, at least by my experience there is.
Dangit that the girl can undoubtedly say the same for me. *laughing*
I suppose talking jock itch at the dinner table is a fine example of how screwed up the mom is.
At Thanksgiving, no less. LOL
Yup....she STILL talks about that one.
*shaking head*
Sometimes it's a case of "I'm talking and I can't shut up."
*laughing* That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
that's a good story. . .
(-:
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as they get older....
There are enough instances where we all agree I was not a world class parent.
however...there are quite a few that I thought would have caused permanent emotional damage...that never touched them at all...thank God.
then there are the ones I would have never guessed....sigh.
Not a particularly happy or kind man Mr Larkin, was he.
He turned a pithy verse or two though.
I think of children as being rather like spilt milk that miraculously mopped itself up, put itself away and tastes even better than it did before.
most days I just hope that they have more confidence than I did, and they'll sort themselves out better and more quickly than I did. . .
. . .I do love them so
as for the other direction, up the family tree - somethings never change; from which I'm learning to stick to my guns on the important stuff and be more flexible about some of the other stuff
of course, one's view of important/other is a very singular view
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