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Some of you may be familiar with the story of the seven year old Japanese boy who survived for six nights in a forest in northern Japan after his parents abandoned him recently on the side of the road in a forest as punishment for misbehaving,
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Here is a poem I wrote and posted on CS Poetry Corner.

Nature's Lesson For Parents
Author: socrates44

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
the chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly

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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:15 AM

About this poem:

I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this piece after reading a poem entitled "Too Much Love Can Kill" which pointed out that several children from middle class families end up killing themselves through drug use or suicide after they move away from over-protective parental control which imposes a lot of pressure on them to be super achievers.


What are your thoughts on parenting, particularly in today's society?

If you do not mind sharing, what have been/are your personal experiences of parenting your own children?

What advice would you give to a new or prospective parent?

Open Discussion Welcome!!!

What kind of baby you were when you were under 2 years of age ?
Good baby or bad ?

What is the most important thing in your life? Is it your husband/wife, bf/gf, family and which member/s, friends, your job, pets or anything else?

Would you like to share this with your blog family?

The term bling means ostentatious clothing and jewelry. A DOOOOD my age just goes for "stuff" or threads and scratch as we called clothing and jewelry when we were young. Scratch also meant money!

I bring that up because when I was young I liked threads, not scratch so much and limited to a watch, but threads were my thing.

I used to wear suits to class at Pasadena (CA) City College. I also had some mean "stomps" (shoes) or "Calkos", if your Hispanic. I was styling.

Age has caught up with me because now I don't care how I look. And sometimes it draws stares and smirks from people. I don't really match stuff like I used to and style doesn't mean much. I was thinking about how long I had some of my "threads" and it's approaching between 10 and 20 years. I had to chuckle remembering my youth!! I wouldn't be causht "dead" not styling!

Last Sunday, after church, I went to eat at a Mexican restaurant. It was named "De La Michoacan". As I walked in I went to the "library" (restroom) because that's what us old guys do. I walked past a White couple and they were .... smirking!! I chuckled inwardly because my "threads" were in tune with "old man" style. And that's what brings this blog up.

All of my "threads" were gifts from my children. I have taken care of them to preserve them as long as possible because the love and affection I feel towards my children and our loving relationship. I know I must have looked corny but when you wear something that symbolizes the love I described above then nothing else matters. Heck, I have a long worn out pair of "Nike" socks that my twins gave me 25 years ago. I look at them with a feeling of tenderness in my heart because I know who gave them to me.

My oldest daughter went on a trip to New Orleans about 30 years ago and I still have the Tee. Yeah, the collar is frayed, it has holes in it and I don't care. I don't wear the socks and the Tee anymore. I keep them carefully folded up and in 2 special places. They are wrapped in a plastic bag and in my heart.

They have given me an array of clothing and most of it doesn't match because these "threads" were given to me over the years, yep, all from 10 to 20 years old, but they are still wearable so wear them proudly I do!! If this couple that smirked at me on Sunday only knew what an old man with wonderful children has on his body and in his heart I am sure they would smile. But they didn't know and that's understandable. There was no meanness intended.

In truth, I also smirked at them because they were both covered with "Tatts". The woman, very attractive had sleeves of "Tatts" and so did her partner. A very handsome looking man! They made a good looking couple but those "Tatts" ruined their appearance. My opinion so it don't mean "jack"!!

Now, I can hardly wait til Sunday to find the most imperfect wardrobe but totally filled with memories and love!

I give the Lord Jesus Christ all praise, credit, honor and Glory!1 Amen & Amen!!

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THE NIGHT my father died in England, me and my brothers were ripped from sleep in that same room at a disorienting, early hour. I still remember the lightbulb’s harsh flare.

My brothers were summoned to the kitchen. I was left wee and cold among the thrown-back blankets, straining to catch snatches of the low agonised talk that had invaded the house. I heard “massive heart attack”, “bringing him home”, “coffin closed”.

They said I was too small to be at the funeral.

The house soured after that. My mother fell into a dark eclipse that let out neither brightness nor warmth. Thick shadows seemed to gradually fill the rooms, forcing expulsions. Seeing too much, saying too little, I endured a long, growing up wait until escape.

I administer two legacies now. A house that sits boarded up, awaiting sale, empty save for one back room, filled to bursting with oddments. I can never get around to its clearing.

And I have memories that have blended with imagination to take on, in their frequent revisiting, the surreal quality of recurrent dream.

In one such journey, I see myself creeping with coin in hand, moving clumsily in the dark around shrouded furniture to disinter my moneybox once more.

But when I press my penny down, up out of the black cloak comes a man’s face unsettlingly familiar and not unlike my own, and a grip I cannot resist seizes the hand that holds my offering and pulls me downwards into a deep and whispering dark.

My granny was right: “Sure, that oul’ thing’ll only scar’ the child.”

my new granddaughter...

2am here..sitting in the middle of darkness...Feel so alone n scared...dont know how to handle my restless mind..

To All Bloggers Family
We Are Missing
Our Elderly Blogger
Sir Catfoot
Anyone know about Him
Have A Happy Thursday
All The Bloggers Family

What a happy day to meet old friends, half sister, sing along with the guitarist and tomorrow great plans are waiting.

Feeling lucky though he has not come yet

Mom and sister asked me to have a baby even i have not found a good match yet... they both say it is very difficult if i wait longer what should i do