Padded Cell
He can drive me crazy
Sometimes he is so lazy
He is disrespectful and rude
Never get enough food
He is thirteen
A high strung eating machine
However He is also my baby boy
At night he still sleeps with his stuffed toy
So yes sometimes I am lost and scared
Cause with a teenager my life is shared
But I will do what all moms do
Put up with the teenager who should by all rights live at the zoo
If you have one you know what I am saying is true
If not than lucky for you
And those moms with little one beware
The teenage years have to be handled with care
You will go crazy with worry and stress be put to the test
And you will have days that are the best
Just remember that they are still your little angels
Just now they have horns to hold up their halos
But do not let me scare you please do not despair
They do make great coloring for the gray in your hair
But don't think when nineteen hits you are though
I am thirty four my mom says I give her gray too
Copyright © Nita Martin | Year Posted 2007
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