Seventeen and what to do
You got to let them go,
Some easy to assimilate
Others slow to ease.
It is hard when you are so young
And know everything
But have no place to go.
It is so frightening for parents to endure
The arrogant voice tones
The mirrors of us at our worst,
We have created someone
We don’t understand
It really seems there is a language barrier
But isn’t it just the rite of passage.
We can control so tight
With rules and regulations
Checkmarks and xxs
It may not mean a thing
Except juicy gestures
remind them to runaway.
We all had to go through it
From pimples to perfume
The agony of stretching hormones
Breaking promises and confused by one’s self.
Tormented into oblivion
By what yet does not make sense.
Finally,
Trying to get out of their way
Running, running without turning around
Off to the all too gleeful escape
Into the twenties.
So parents
can we control
Ourselves
In this crazy time of transition
And hope our past
Has made us a shining, guiding post.
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