Montague And Capulet Poem by Dwayne Bailey

Today is day number two,
my son still has not come home;
he's only sixteen years old,
Im sure his wild oats he's sowen.
Sheis eighteen years old, and so much more mature,
what am I as a parent to do?
Their in love, so he says to me,
and I dont understand what their going through.
So last night me and my wife took everything,
not much left in his room but a bed;
The shape of his room will speak volumes,
much more then all the words I could've said.
So for now we sit and wait,
just watching the hours ever slowly tick away;
Our anger has turned to frustration and hurt,
Until he comes home theres not much more to say.

written 02/03/2008 to be continued.