Written to be a sequel to Robert Frost's Poem 'A Minor Bird'"

This is a poem I wrote in 1999 close to Mothers Day. The picture is my youngest daughter Heidi and my Granddaughter Ronnie. "

GENERATIONS By Reid Baer She was an angry woman and he was a pitiful brute of a man And together they screwed up their children as only a bad marriage can "

(after being stopped after my day-care shift) Exhausted, overwhelmed, confused, up-set. As when a toddler bellows on the rug. So small and powerless, her needs unmet, she fights me, but I..."

The room was crowded, somber, stale, dark. A wake? No Shiva! (and I'm not a Jew). The widow's look at me, a question mark. I didn't know them or what I should do. "And who are you?" I..."

The sea is deep. The sea is vast. The winds, they die. The winds they blast. Does he think of the sheets on the clothes-lines As he darts mid the rigging and sails? Does his ship rock him..."

"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of..."

Enthroned within her realm she asks me "Why?" Why what? Can I recall? (She wants to know) I answer logically. "But why?" I lie this time. (a phase? a game?) I let it go. "But whyyyyyyy?”..."

Your daddy can do many things for you, Yet there is one he can't, it seems. Alone, alone, you must alone Go find the land of dreams. And I have taught you many things, but this May be the..."

i I wish this baby, flannel, oatmeal, bells, Balloons a kite, a bike, a cat, a phone . I wish her tryouts, outfits, ocean swells And dances, love notes, babies of her own. But dare I wish..."