This poem is about how much we wish for youth and health, but if do we really want to be a teenager again. After much thought I like things the way they are.
My body felt so young and firm
My heart was filled with glee
For looking in the mirror
Was my daughter, not old me.
No lines were etched upon my brow
My joints were free from pain
My childs face stared back at me
And I was young again.
Off I went to sit in class
To learn my lessons well
Life was ordered minutely
By the old school bell.
Playtime came, out I skipped
My best friend on my arm,
When suddenly I realised
That youth could lose its charm.
My friend punched me on the nose
And pushed me to the ground,
`I`m not your friend, not anymore
Don`t follow me around`
I ran off home, Mum scolded me
Wherever have you been,
I`ve been worried sick you know
She began to scream.
To get me back I did not know
What magic should be spoken
My teenage heart felt very sore
I swear that it was broken.
I wept into my pillow saying
`Oh God please set me free
I woke up in the morning
And thank God I was me.
Lines are back upon my brow
My bodies racked with pain
But I`m delighted to be me
And won`t be young again.
My child smiling wisely said,
`Mum I`ll be no bother
Cause yesterday I found out how
It feels to be a mother`.