I see her surreptitiously glancing at herself in the mirror,
Fussing over her clothes like never before.
Fretting at every fresh breakout of acne
Combing her hair over and more.
Her chats on phone are increasingly unending,
Her baths continue, till I am ready to break the door.
From cartoons she has transitioned to rom-com movies,
Her taste in music is what every mother abhors.
She is moody and uncommunicative,
Her sighs and moans are hard to ignore.
She sits alone, smiling dreamily
Studies have become an avoidable chore.
Goes moony- eyed watching her favourite actor
Her father is her hero no more.
Her mom is frumpy, not keeping up with times,
Her brother a pain, family get-togethers such a bore.
My only fear is she is too young to fall in love.
What if she gets entangled in the web of lovelore
Will I be a bystander, watching her heartbreak?
Should I not forbid her to stay away from amour?
As I watch my sweet, quiet child metamorphosis,
I think of the bygone time of yore
When I too transformed from a child to teenager
And wonder if I too made my mom’s heart sore!
I know it will pass and my personable child will be back
Till then, I must seal my lips and not deplore
For teenage comes once in a lifetime
I have to allow her space to self explore.