The Mirror
A poem about teens and growing up
Through the veil of years I see reflections in flesh and blood.
The teenager screams …hate you…you…you… echoing events she’s never seen.
Vision fractures: two girls await my reply.
That’s okay if you don’t understand says daughter-mom.
In twenty years I will give you my shoes.
As a teenager, your parents can never understand you. They’re old and out of touch. Your problems are too big.
Then you become a parent, and you see things differently. You want to shepherd your own teenagers on this journey, but you know there’s a separation between who you were as a teenager and how your own kids see you now.
But you know that they will grow up too. And someday, perhaps, they will see things from your perspective. Just as you did when you had kids and suddenly understood your own parents much better.
It’s an interesting cycle.
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