90s kids are the parents of this generation,
Spoiled them without any discussion,
Buy me this or that granted easily,
In exchange, don't disturb me if I'm busy.

How you raise your children is your choice,
No reason to judge, your voice,
I respect parents with a melted heart,
As parents, we endured from the start.

Before, life was not that so rough,
As 90's kid, I played tough,
Playing with the boys is fun,
On a sunny day with my bamboo gun.

Hide and seek if you don't want to get hit,
Fell to the ground but I never quit,
My face when I shoot my friends,
I let out a triumphant yelp at the end.

Now, I've seen many kids with their tablets,
I see how they smile in their battles,
How I wish they played the old games,
Sure it's fun I wanna see them, claims.

I am blessed to have a daughter,
She's my life without a router,
Love to see her play outside with her bow,
Her pink lips curved, and her Rosy cheeks glowed.

Watching her with messy hair, dirty clothes,
The face looks tired but she loves her folks,
"Thank you Mama for the time and for letting me outside",
Happiness and the moment together, I provide.

As parents, we did the best for our children,
Their younger years are for us to richen,
Do's and Don't I know it's for the best choice,
We buy everything for them even expensive toys.

Don't feel bad if we do spoil our kid,
As more times were a monster Mom, hid,
A thousand storms behind clouds,
Like Calm conversation turns to shouts.

Before and After is different, exactly,
We have so many ways of living it perfectly,
I salute to the 90's kids, parents of this generation,
I cannot amend or compensate for their recreation.

I experienced those memories,
Because Mom never has these journies,
She wanted me to enjoy myself while full energies,
And my daughter does the same when I'm in my thirties.

Cycled of life turned like our age,
From past to present written on every page,
From generation to generation we engaged,
And captured the beautiful experience we embraced.




© RoseVielga