Becoming Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
Becoming
A rose bud still, not yet a rose.
A gawky awkward teenager
but she will blossom as she grows
and make me proud she’s my daughter.
But how I hate the moody blues
the angst and insecurity
all teenagers must struggle through.
Their heightened sensitivity.
She sees us all as critical
of how she looks and all she does.
Though how she feels is typical
of each and every one of us
When were young and underwent
our teenage years of discontent.
I remember it well Ivor. Glad it's all over though. Very enjoyable read and a really good flow to move along to. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Something we all go through in the teen years, nice reminder Ivor! ! *10 *! ! !
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4/20/2024 4:20:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ivor, a great read. We don't quite forget, but I am sure that we don't quite remember how it really was and then, these days, are so much harder I believe for teenagers. We had it much easier. It took me a much longer time to grow out of my teenage attitude.