The Door, a poem by Beth Warren at Spilwords.com
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The Door

The Door

written by: Beth Warren

 

The second hand ticked over one morn
And awakened the impending dawn
Of behaviour never before seen
It marked the emergence of the teen.

Once sugar and spice and everything nice,
So sweet was she to entice
Her parents’ hearts filled with pride, not dread.
They were oblivious to what lay ahead.

And so began the war
With the mum and dad she had adored.
Pushing boundaries, she did try;
Rules and guidance she defied.

So many battles we could explore,
But this one is about a door.
‘Slam that door one more time,
And off it comes,’ her parents chimed.

They waited for it was not if but when
She would slam her door again
Not long after that day
When she couldn’t get her way

She stormed off and slammed her door.
The noisy crescendo could not be ignored.
Dad charged at the door with a screwdriver in hand
And removed it from its hinges, in a desperate last stand.

Years have passed, and this writer is pleased to report
that with love, guidance, and support,
the parents have their lovely girl back.
The teenage years are over; everything is on track.

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