Poem: The Lucky Ones

We are the lucky ones

We see our parents
As wise, but frail
We chuckle about their
Seeming imperfections

We see our kids
As frail, but wise
We chuckle about their
Seeming imperfections

They see us
However the heck they see us
And we don’t care

We know that we
Are frail and wise
And sometimes not even wise
We chuckle about our
Seeming imperfections

We can laugh
We love
We are the lucky ones

About the poem:
I was talking with a friend of mine last night. He and I were just sighing in relief to be at a place where we truly love our parents and have moved beyond fighting about what they did that was right or wrong.  Usually. Sure, sometimes we are frail and not wise, but more often we see them as they are and are able to smile with love.