The Stranger Teenager Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

The smells of innocent a glow,
Super special in a matter of two,
An angel of superflous origin,
Give laughter and selfless grin,
At his age so cute up to ten.

So very sweet angel,
Turn now into a handsome toad,
And a handsome teenager exist,
Quarrel is my disciplinary hit,

Now he has full into grow,
Most hits each other's words.
Think a plan to make him a chord,
But continue to express provoking thought,

He seems to express none even a care,
Yet, he said them in a very sweet action,
He is still very young for other attention,
He loves and listens his companion,
It seems the war of Iran and Iraq is here,
So confuse if he is still my son,
When the fight is so great and find no solace,
My heart sank and ached for mother; justice,
He becomes stranger yet he is my teenager,
At his age, we are opposite each other.