Parent Or Child, Who Runs The Show?

(CLEVELAND) - In Luke Easter's latest poem, we see how problems our children experience are often our own problems that we hand down to them.

It is hard to face, but parents need to raise their level of awareness for the benefit of all.

It truly is hard to hold a child to blame when they are not who buys the family groceries, or establishes the rules that regulate what the do and do not eat and drink.

They depend on parents to do the right thing, the parent is all the child has aside from family friends and siblings, etc.

It is food, it is discipline, it is understand the 'Phenomonah of the Mirrors' as outlined by Author Dorothy Corkille Briggs in the college textbook: Your Child's Self Esteem.

Children benefit from what we sometimes call hard love and for some it is difficult to understand that enforcing rules with consistency is the very best possible thing they can do.

Parent Or Child, Who Runs The Show?

In church one day a woman stood up and prayed,
Weeping and crying aloud she would sadly say,
Pray for my daughter she is too much overweight,
Hold on mother, kids are not obese thanks to fate.

This child is only 11, on junk and sodas she will feast,
Another classic example of beauty turned into a beast,
After Sunday school, bombarding her face with sweets,
Even mom will partake in the sugary donut treats.

At a church cookout she was constantly stuffing her face,
Soon as Cheetos & Pepsi were gone more took its place,
God will never intervene in a matter, just so you’ll know,
In a situation in which you should already have control.

Now comes the difficult part that many are trying to get,
Who is responsible for the crap stuffed between her lips?
Don’t address the congregation pleading for their help,
Take Baby Huey home and introduce her to your belt.

There are two people in this story, mother and child,
Only one is in charge to stop the other from going wild,
The younger at eleven should not be calling the shots,
Do humans need food and water or candy and pop?

A few weeks ago this kid slept during service in a pew,
As the parent or guardian tell me what would you do?
Guess what, the entire time mom allowed her to sleep,
Not a nudge, not a sound, but I did hear a mouse squeak.

And should anyone dare say a single discouraging word,
Well, then mom and/or grandma are sure to be heard,
It’s the exact problem faced everyday in public schools,
Only to be corrected when the parents enforce the rules.

Many people say speak what lifts up, never tearing down,
Not hearing negative how do we get our feet off the ground?
Failure to criticize or correct in the shortest amount of time,
Is the main reason a lot of us are stoned right out of our mind.

It’s time to take the gloves off and stop putting honey on crap,
Teenage kids should not be at the mall sitting in Santa’s lap,
Putting fire in our convictions, pouring hot sauce on the mild,
n the delivery room isn’t it the mother who births the child?

Had a friend whose very expensive computer was always down,
Found out later every time it happened his 3-year old was around,
Well, this kid liked to bang on it and the dad said that it was ok, so,
My question to him was, “Parent Or Child, Who Runs The Show? By Luke Easter

Luke Easter is a poet who writes about things that are very close to the heart of Salem-News.com. Another former U.S. Marine, Luke heals the world with an approach that reaches people on a different level, one known for centuries, yet too often forgotten in the one we live in.

We live in a world of social & economic injustice. The main reason for founding America in the first place was to relieve the oppression of the King of England. Patrick Henry said it best, “give me liberty or give me death.” And yet, all too often death seems to be the only way out. Why is there such a high suicide rate especially among teens, in the land of the free & the home of the brave? What makes headlines? Good news? Ha! More depressing stories than anything else. I feel poetry takes an edge off the hurt of bad news while still delivering it but in a, “glitzy” sort of way. Giving a different perspective. Kind of like slap in the face as opposed to a knife in the back. At least with the slap you’ll live to see another day and you will know whom it’s from. I wasn’t here for the beginning of the world but at 59, I just might be here for the end.

Even though it’s still a knife, rhyme poetry helps to dull the blade. And that’s my job. You can write to Luke Easter at: lyricsfromlucas@aol.com