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Poem from the parent's perspective;detailing the transition from childhood to adolescence. |
| The Unanticipated Transformation Tuck her into bed Stay until she’s fast asleep Slip out very quietly Try not to make a peep Look in one last time Through the bedroom door Knowing when she wakes She will be transformed Growing by the moment Her blond hair turns to brown Soon she’ll dye it black To turn your smile upside down Your mind will often wonder Where the fair-haired child has gone Or if this raven head will prove You’ll reap what you have sewn For many years you will place Her above all else And she too will also think Of no one but herself In the end you’ll realize You did this just the same Then you’ll call your mom To tell her you’re ashamed Mom will say I know I made this phone call, too Just give it twenty years Then she’ll be calling you |