Two Parents

Two parents,

their parenting ways are,

very different, poles apart.

There is the father 

who drives in his electric car 

swipe his debit card

 and buy store-bought dessert

scrumptious apple strudels, 

that has artificial color caramel 

studded with sugar beads,

and metabisulfite.

And there is the mother,

who takes the kids 

for daily nature walks

 picks fallen sycamore leaves

puts on the earth 

plucks ripe prickly pears

from the chaparral slopes,

opens them carefully,

 scoops with her fingers,

turning them magenta,

and feeds them lovingly.

One is into consumption,

shopping for every morsel they eat,

just like modern society,

the other is into foraging,

trying to live a bit like the ancestors.

The kids see two ways of life.

It’s up to them, to choose

which one they want.

Secretly I hope, they blend both,

living consciously, frugally,

being kind to the earth.