The Inevitable Talk
You can not escape the inevitable,
Stories of the birds and the bees.
We dread the thought of persuit,
in which we fore think our plee's.
No psychic can see.
No medicine man can heal.
No rules are set in stone,
of age or how to feel.
Books can teach of what to say,
But how do you approach such a thing?
I hope and I prey she waits for the day,
she devotes her life with a ring.
I will never be ready for the day that my baby makes such an adult decision..
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2010
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