Adolescent Parenting

 

I am not your punching bag.

I’d love to be your crash mat.

I was once your secret keeper.

Now I am the killer of fun.

The only cure previously required

was my hug and a band aid.

Now my hugs are merely tolerated,

And your wounds are invisible to my sight.

I used to be your sunrise and sunset.

Now all I get are some middle minutes.

My door is always open,

but you never even walk down the hall.

I found your teddy bear in the donation box.

You tossed it there—right next to my heart.