She has the loudest roar, than any child I’ve heard

Forget trying to talk to her, she’ll never hear a word

This child, knows how to get her way, she screams

She’s the one, appearing, in nightmarish dreams

Stamping feet and pouting face, until you cave

Once in a while, I really wish, she’d just behave!

Good thing they make plugs, to stick in my ears

Otherwise, along with her, I too, would be in tears

I sigh, and then I calm her, wipe the hurt away

Praying to the Lord above, help her stay this way

But I know it’s not over, there are more heading fast

Oh, how I hate the tweens, and hope they leave real fast

As a mom, I know I must endure, the good along with the bad

I wouldn’t trade it for anything, it’s the best job I’ve ever had!

Dedicated to all the mom’s who have those 12-14 year olds, still finding their footing. 🙂

May Writing Prompts – The Call of the Child – Day 12/31

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