Wednesday, July 18, 2018

This is 12

I'm feeling sentimental about my oldest turning 13 next month.


Knuckle bumps instead of hugs.
Remember chasing lightning bugs?
Soon you’ll tower over me.
Mom, I want some privacy.”

Sleeping in your bed till ‘10.
Drinking from the sink again.
Slang that I can’t even follow.
Kid, I think you need a shower.”

Homework finished on your own.
Words replaced by grunts and groans.
Remember how you loved the swings?
Mom, let’s turn on Stranger Things.

Twelve years gone, I can’t believe
My baby’s going to turn thirteen.
What happened to my little bug?
Your mother sure would like a hug.”

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