Here's a poem I wrote last week...
Teenage son with long, lanky legs
Trying to find your footing
Like a baby giraffe on wobbly limbs.
Trying to find out who you are
Pushing me away
Sometimes in anger or resentment
I used to be your everything.
No one else could console you.
You would snuggle into my neck,
Holding a lock of my hair
And breathe a sigh of contentment.
There were nights you wouldn't sleep
Unless you were in my arms
And I held you tight
And loved you more than words can say.
Now you glare at me
You're angry and frustrated
And I wish I could gather you up in my arms
And be your everything again.