Generations

Taller, healthier, larger, smarter
they're the girls hatched a mere
dozen years ago, miraculously
presenting themselves as the future
on our doorsteps. A healthy self-esteem
not yet unduly burdened by personal
constraints of responsibility, but
leavened by an inherent sense of
entitlement, they try the patience of
their elders, while yet astounding
with their laid-back self-assurance.

A robust view of one's natural self,
they are not yet hung up on appearance,
just attitude. A remarkably self-assured
surprisingly perceptive crew. All too readily
puzzled by the slow minds of their elders.
Who plod along, attention devoted to
one task at a time - to which the young
wonder at wasted opportunities.
Triple-tasking is de rigueur - nifty
lap top used to view DVDs, while
simultaneously playing chess, and
assiduously text-messaging.

Food is vital to assuaging sudden bouts
of hunger requiring instant remediation.
Food does not include forbidden textures
of "mush", or "squish"; horribly distasteful.
Inclusive of cucumbers, tomatoes, mushrooms,
avocados, broccoli and tiny cabbage-sprouts
that absolutely reek of outhouse essence.
Bodily emanations are a matter of great
jocularity, and bathroom humour has its
place in polite society. No sooner is the
adolescent (reluctantly) seated to breakfast
than does the query "what's for lunch?" erupt.
No sooner is lunch absorbed than the
focus turns on dinner's minute details.

Bed-making is an absurdly unnecessary
occupation; hanging clothing a waste of
precious time, emptying the kitchen sink
of dishes a real drag, and garbage removal
utterly gross. Parents are sadly clueless
about music and the relevance of
inconveniently obsessive opinions and
misunderstood impressions. The infant of
the cradle and primal dependence has
transformed relentlessly into society's
sage, its setter of trends, its manifest
role in the insidious upset of unworthy
society's mores and tedious customs.