Growing Up

She invades my sleep questioning her youth's uncertainties yet lifts my hopes and dreams, words spoken in riddles from puzzled mind my teen daughter, handing wildflowers on my weary lap. Through broken nights and tear- stained days, her moods rages on life's once still pond now grows weeds around cast pebbles, throwing all blame a growing daughter, angry at fate's pick for her today. Still, confusion draws more than stormy clouds when fear gives in lessons to be learned,boundaries to be set while fury abounds, wearing flowers in her hair, she smiles like beauty in bloom. Zelene Desha Beauty In Imperfection...12/02/13