I am an old fashioned girl, I guess.
Still a bit new to being an old lady;
I’ve lived long enough to see a few things.
I’ve learned a lot and I know what works,
And what doesn’t.
I remember many things that are now, forgotten.
I’m still quite taken with chivalry.
A man who offers me his coat when I’m cold,
Opens the car door for me.
He respected me enough to marry me,
Before I gave him a baby.
I still like that now discarded word, wholesome.
Values that stand the test of time;
Boundaries, manners, appropriate, even etiquette.
Masculine, feminine, equal but different.
Family formed to raise children,
“In the nurture and the admonition of the Lord”
“The hand that rocks the cradle rules the nation.”
A mother’s job is the most important.
Nurturing a stronger nation, shaping its leaders,
Reward more valuable than money:
Respect and families that stay together,
Bound by mother’s unconditional love.
“Wait in your room until your father comes home!”
The man who puts a roof over your head!
Food in your belly, clothes on your back; honor him!
Accept his strong discipline in healthy fear.
When you grow up be like him!
Work hard, take care of your family.
“Fashions come and go but the classics never go out of style.”
Yes, I’m old now and time softens the edges.
It wasn’t perfect back then, it wasn’t like Ozy and Harriet!
But everyone knew what was right and wrong.
In our high ideals there was consensus,
Truth was upheld, good wasn’t evil.
“When evil is exalted the innocent become prey.”
In this new century there is little desire for Truth.
Free morality held in by tight government regulations on everything else.
More government requires more taxes!
Working mothers can no longer rock the cradle.
Corrupt leaders rise; sociopaths, megalomaniacs!
God, they say is like me, old fashioned. They’ve removed the old landmarks.
Confusion is rampant and people are angry that America’s promise is gone.
While old ladies like me pray that America will turn back and bless God.