Ode To A Teenager by Kit McCallum
I think I shall begin to say
A heartfelt and sincere,
Apology to my dear folks
To whom I hold so dear.
You see, I am much older now,
And have kids of my own,
And never did I think Id reap
The seed that I have sown.
I flashback to my younger years,
And struggle to recall,
The innocence that I portrayed,
For truly, after all
Im sure I wasnt ever bad,
Or nasty or talked back
I was an angel wasnt I?
I never caused much flak.
I think thats right (its years ago),
And memories, they can dim;
But was I not the perfect child
Who obeyed your every whim?
I think thats stretching truths a bit;
I surely had my days,
But does that really justify
My own childs errant ways?
What happened to my loving child?
The one who did no wrong?
The one I cuddled up at night,
And sang his favorite song.
You are my sunshine one minute
My storm the moment next;
I want to punish you at times,
And yet, I have regrets.
For I was not a perfect child,
I think Ill now admit;
And teenage years are difficult
For those enduring it.
What I must keep in mind is this
Ive taught you with my heart;
And weve had many loving years,
Our hard days neer shall part.
For through the ups and downs .. the swings
Between young child and man,
Ill keep in mind that this is just
A part of lifes strange plan.
To let you grow I have to try
To take it daily now
For you are like a baby bird
Whos learning how to fly.
Youll test your wings (and this I know)
To see how far to push,
Before I put my foot down
And bring you down to earth.
Now all I ask, is work with me;
Well butt heads for a while;
But just remember Im the one
Who goes the extra mile.
I pay the bills I mop the floors
I drive you here and there
But truly there are times when
I just sit back in despair.
Im only human nothing more,
And Ive been where youre at
Believe me when I truly say
Ive been there and done that.
So if thats true, youd think that I
Would have a lesson learned,
And wouldnt fret or feel so hurt
In times that you do turn
In to a quite unruly child,
A man I do not know
But I will hold on to my heart,
For this fact I do know.
And that is simple, pure and clear,
Youre still my loving child
You simply have a stash of masks,
For times youre in disguise.
So anytime I see a mask,
Ill try my best to see
That handsome, loving, caring child
Whos true face is beneath.
For I dont think you mean to say
The things you sometimes do;
Its in those times, my loving child,
Ill point this out to you.
For I do love you, but Ive learned
My lessons in this life;
Its your turn now, so listen up
We need to ease this strife.
So how bout this, my dear young man,
The next time that you shout
Instead of arguing with me
Look in my eyes of doubt.
And search to find those memories
Of the mother you still love;
Reach out to me and talk it through
And seal it with a hug.
A heartfelt and sincere,
Apology to my dear folks
To whom I hold so dear.
You see, I am much older now,
And have kids of my own,
And never did I think Id reap
The seed that I have sown.
I flashback to my younger years,
And struggle to recall,
The innocence that I portrayed,
For truly, after all
Im sure I wasnt ever bad,
Or nasty or talked back
I was an angel wasnt I?
I never caused much flak.
I think thats right (its years ago),
And memories, they can dim;
But was I not the perfect child
Who obeyed your every whim?
I think thats stretching truths a bit;
I surely had my days,
But does that really justify
My own childs errant ways?
What happened to my loving child?
The one who did no wrong?
The one I cuddled up at night,
And sang his favorite song.
You are my sunshine one minute
My storm the moment next;
I want to punish you at times,
And yet, I have regrets.
For I was not a perfect child,
I think Ill now admit;
And teenage years are difficult
For those enduring it.
What I must keep in mind is this
Ive taught you with my heart;
And weve had many loving years,
Our hard days neer shall part.
For through the ups and downs .. the swings
Between young child and man,
Ill keep in mind that this is just
A part of lifes strange plan.
To let you grow I have to try
To take it daily now
For you are like a baby bird
Whos learning how to fly.
Youll test your wings (and this I know)
To see how far to push,
Before I put my foot down
And bring you down to earth.
Now all I ask, is work with me;
Well butt heads for a while;
But just remember Im the one
Who goes the extra mile.
I pay the bills I mop the floors
I drive you here and there
But truly there are times when
I just sit back in despair.
Im only human nothing more,
And Ive been where youre at
Believe me when I truly say
Ive been there and done that.
So if thats true, youd think that I
Would have a lesson learned,
And wouldnt fret or feel so hurt
In times that you do turn
In to a quite unruly child,
A man I do not know
But I will hold on to my heart,
For this fact I do know.
And that is simple, pure and clear,
Youre still my loving child
You simply have a stash of masks,
For times youre in disguise.
So anytime I see a mask,
Ill try my best to see
That handsome, loving, caring child
Whos true face is beneath.
For I dont think you mean to say
The things you sometimes do;
Its in those times, my loving child,
Ill point this out to you.
For I do love you, but Ive learned
My lessons in this life;
Its your turn now, so listen up
We need to ease this strife.
So how bout this, my dear young man,
The next time that you shout
Instead of arguing with me
Look in my eyes of doubt.
And search to find those memories
Of the mother you still love;
Reach out to me and talk it through
And seal it with a hug.
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This poem was inspired after a lengthy phone call with my sister, lovingly listening to her stories about her son's teenage antics and the frustrations of trying to understand the "teenage mind". It prompted me to pick up the pen and write this "apology to our parents" from my sister's point of view. My resulting scribble was then tucked away in a drawer as I felt that, without children of my own, perhaps I'd over-stepped my bounds a little. However, after dusting it off and reading it to my husband, he encouraged me to send it on to the family, saying "You don't have to "have" kids to understand them, you only have to have "been one" yourself. I'm pleased to say that I took his advice, and it was warmly received by all. Life truly comes "full circle".
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I liked your poem it is all I want to say to my son and I do not know how. - alicia |
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I came across this poem during a great deal of pain I was enduring when my teenage son decided he wanted to leave home. This poem is one I will always hold dear to my heart and pass on to my son when the time is right. Maybe, it will shed some light on him and make him realize that being a parent is the hardest thing in life. Especially, when you love your child so much it hurts to watch him walk out the door not knowing what the future has install for him. I thank you for writing this poem and for giving me the opportunity to share it with the one who has control of my heart. - Liz |
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I actually read this poem, three times today, I couldn't believe how much this felt exactly what I was going through, deffently printing it out for my two teenagers. - melli |
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Now that my children are 21,23 & 25 They are doing the turn around that happens after teen strife. I sure wish I had this poem back in the day when they were all teenagers and life was hell. It would have given me some sanity. So interesting they are wonderful to me now. Thanks for sharing it with the world. - Marcia |
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As the parent of a 17 yr old who is just now feeling her oats, I was very touched by this poem. I , too remember being a teen and agree that this is all one needs to know to understand. I will hand my daughter a copy. I only hope that she doesn't take my hand off with it!!!! - Carolyn |
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Very good. I printed it off to send to my daughter whose son is just entering his teenage years. - Louise |
