About the Poem
This poem was inspired after a lengthy phone call with my sister, lovingly listening to her stories about her son's teenage antics and the frustrations of trying to understand the "teenage mind". It prompted me to pick up the pen and write this "apology to our parents" from my sister's point of view. My resulting scribble was then tucked away in a drawer as I felt that, without children of my own, perhaps I'd over-stepped my bounds a little. However, after dusting it off and reading it to my husband, he encouraged me to send it on to the family, saying "You don't have to "have" kids to understand them, you only have to have "been one" yourself. I'm pleased to say that I took his advice, and it was warmly received by all. Life truly comes "full circle".
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Ode To A Teenager
|by Kit McCallum|
I think I shall begin to say
A heartfelt and sincere,
Apology to my dear folks
To whom I hold so dear.
You see, I am much older now,
And have kids of my own,
And never did I think Iíd reap
The seed that I have sown.
I flashback to my younger years,
And struggle to recall,
The innocence that I portrayed,
... For truly, after all ...
Iím sure I wasnít ever bad,
Or nasty or talked back ...
I was an angel ... wasnít I?
I never caused much flak.
I think thatís right (itís years ago),
And memories, they can dim;
But was I not the perfect child
Who obeyed your every whim?
I think thatís stretching truths a bit;
I surely had my days,
... But does that really justify
My own childís errant ways?
What happened to my loving child?
The one who did no wrong?
The one I cuddled up at night,
And sang his favorite song.
You are my sunshine one minute
... My storm the moment next;
I want to punish you at times,
And yet, I have regrets.
For I was not a perfect child,
I think Iíll now admit;
And teenage years are difficult
For those enduring it.
What I must keep in mind is this...
Iíve taught you with my heart;
And weíve had many loving years,
Our hard days neíer shall part.
For through the ups and downs .. the swings
Between young child and man,
Iíll keep in mind that this is just
A part of lifeís strange plan.
To let you grow I have to try
To take it daily now ...
For you are like a baby bird
Whoís learning how to fly.
Youíll test your wings (and this I know)
To see how far to push, ...
Before I put my foot down
... And bring you down to earth.
Now all I ask, is work with me;
Weíll butt heads for a while;
But just remember ... Iím the one
Who goes the extra mile.
I pay the bills ... I mop the floors ...
I drive you here and there ...
But truly there are times when
I just sit back in despair.
Iím only human ... nothing more,
And Iíve been where youíre at ...
Believe me when I truly say
Iíve been there and done that.
So if thatís true, youíd think that I
Would have a lesson learned,
And wouldnít fret or feel so hurt
In times that you do turn...
In to a quite unruly child,
A man I do not know ...
But I will hold on to my heart,
For this fact I do know.
And that is simple, pure and clear,
Youíre still my loving child ...
You simply have a stash of masks,
For timeís youíre in disguise.
So anytime I see a mask,
Iíll try my best to see ...
That handsome, loving, caring child
Whoís true face is beneath.
For I donít think you mean to say
The things you sometimes do;
Itís in those times, my loving child,
Iíll point this out to you.
For I do love you, but Iíve learned
My lessons in this life;
Itís your turn now, so listen up ...
We need to ease this strife.
So how Ďbout this, my dear young man,
The next time that you shout
Instead of arguing with me ...
Look in my eyes of doubt.
And search to find those memories
Of the mother you still love;
Reach out to me and talk it through ...
And seal it with a hug.