Her eyes filled up with hatred so fierce
From laughter and grinning to pain
In that one second my heart she pierced
And I'm trying to remember in vain
What did I say to hurt her so much
What were the words I used
I reached over wanting to touch
I am totally confused
My baby, my girl is struggling to be
A grownup, she's almost mature
Emotions flaring she turns to flee
Leaving me shaken, unsure
Fifteen she is now, Sixteen in June
More woman then child and yet
I wonder if she's not grown to soon
I hate to watch her struggle, so upset
But all I can do at this very moment
Is be kind and loving and there
Let her know that in her torment
I, her mother, will ALWAYS care
©dutch2lips
April 28th, 2006
