When I was but a young thing
(Yes, I was once that way)
We used to wind our parents up
By saying, “Yeah … OK.”
They called it mangled language
And told us we were lazy,
Messing up our mother tongue
And making meaning hazy.
The coming generation has, as
Usual, gone one better.
Replaced this long soliloquy
With just one blinking letter!
‘K’ my daughter texted me
Just the other day.
‘K’?!
What does that even mean?
What’s she trying to say?
Potassium or Kelvin scale?
Or maybe breakfast flakes?
A kilo?
Please … not ketamine?
That’s how much sense she makes.
And then, it hits me squarely.
K!
Suddenly, I know!
She’s not got time to write out, ‘Yes’
Nor even to type ‘O’.
Perhaps she can’t be bothered, quite.
Perhaps she’s not proficient
At proper English grammar rules,
but
She’s certainly efficient!
Each generation has its own
Unique language and law
To differentiate the youth
From those that came before.
I’m not supposed to understand!
I’m not supposed to know
What the latest parlance is,
Nor why she can’t type ‘O’.
I guess it’s kind of clever how
One letter can convey
Both your agreement and your age
And what you mean to say.
I hope that I live long, to see
How your own children do it.
How they communicate their youth,
And how you misconstrue it!
Ali 
Hello Ali,
I hope you and your family are well and coping with being cooped up, especially now the rain has descended.
I loved this one. I passed it on to my daughter. I hope that’s ok.
After so many weeks at home I’m missing familiar faces. Our village has been splendid at supporting others, keeping in touch and chatting at every opportunity when out for walks – in fact most people have been more sociable than usual; but I do miss friends and family, as we all do.
Our daughter Emma is due her second baby, a boy, early in June. I would have been there under normal circumstances, but as they are living in Vienna I expect it will be quite some time before we meet one another. Our son and daughter-in-law are expecting their first child in September, and we’re hoping that things might have eased a bit by then. In any event, we feel exceptionally lucky to be able to get out into the air and carry on with life without some of the difficulties experienced by others. I’m even rather enjoying the fact that the pace of life has slowed and become much simpler. A holiday for the mind.
Take care, all of you.
Sue XX
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How lovely to hear from you Sue. Of course it is more thank ‘K to share any poem you like. And I’m glad it made you smile.
We are well and coping fine – but then we are so lucky to live near beautiful parks and walks.
It is strange. But not unbearable. VE day was lovely.
Take care and stay well. I hope you can see grandchildren again soon, and travel wherever your heart desires.
With love, Ali x
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Love it Ali.
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