Yesterday,
I held you
fwundle-bundled, in a
bwankie
and
we gazed
true
love
Yesterday,
you woke me,
multiple times
interrupting my night,
binkie search
Yesterday,
you'd throw up
in places I'd rather
you NOT
Yesterday is gone
Today,
in passing,
you
toss out,
multiple
times a day
“Iloveyoumomyou'reawesome!”
for
no reason,
except
you're walking by
Today,
you don't need
bottles
or diapers or bath,
stories
or cuddles or
lullabies
Today,
we
listen
to Skrillex
watch
Big
Bang Theory
Today, you need
to
vent,
spew
venomous poison
of
teenage angst, and
it's
not the time for me
to
correct your language
it's
just to listen
Don't
know
which
stage is harder
Just
that it's all over
In
the blink of an eye.
17 comments:
savor is def the key word...though kinda glad the throwing up in those places is done though...got peed on by a baby the other day for the first time in a long time...was awkward...haha....nice allusion to the song too...smiles
I'm not sure which spew would be more difficult to handle.
oh yes...it goes way too fast..mine are 17, 20 and 22...and we went through all the phases...smiles..nicely penned..
This is cute! Since I don't have children, my dog came to mind. Is that bad???
To be a mother and to have a child has to be a wonder blessings regardless of it's ups and downs. I enjoyed reading this, thank you.
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Very nice. You brought tears to my eyes and recollections of my teen as my baby. Thank you.
Savor: that's the perfect word. Very nice!
A blink of an eye, it seems. The pacing is very good in this poem, as is the rhythm, just fits the tale and the message. Enjoyed this very much. :)
Certainly painted a picture. Especially the teenage angst part.
Ha! Good, very good, advice, well-said. k.
So, so true. And very well put.
Blink of an eye indeed! The laughter is the one constant love...the reasons for it change,but that belly laugh...priceless no matter the age!
it does fly by---but those teenage years seem to drag just a little--maybe that's just with boys;)
Weel done! Sometimes the best thing is to listen and that's the extent of involvement. I remember all I wanted to do was vent. Still do sometimes. Wifey just listens and nods.
Oh, nice poem. My baby graduates 8th grade a week from tomorrow, so this hits home. My older will be a senior in high school next year.
Hey Tina,
Yeah, I have arrived and the situation I alluded too in that email has now gone :)
A poignant poem and don't we need to savour those precious moments. I remember when my son was still a teenager and he found the energy to speak to this old dude. Yep, instead of the usual one grunt, he grunted twice! :)
Take care and happy writing. Your starstruck fan, Gary!
Lovely, and oh so timely. I have been thinking these thoughts a lot lately, as i watch Meghan get ready to graduate HS. How did this happen??? When did she grow into this amazing beautiful young woman?
THanks Tina for sharing your talent yet again!
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