I’ve asked many doctors
if there is a cure
for my common malady,
a case of teenager.
They each assure me it’s normal
but rich they’d surely be
if they could prevent the storms
most teens seem destined to see.
They say that just a few short years
is all it should reasonably take.
If waiting is the answer, then,
I pray my patience won’t break.
I wish I could keep you sheltered here
and ignore the reality of harm,
but you must learn to swim and swim hard,
not just on seas safe and warm.
I must let you struggle
and fight your way to strong.
One day I’ll see you proudly surfing
and know I wasn’t wrong.
© 2012 DarEll S. Hoskisson
written July 5, 2012
posted today in honor of my daughter’s last day of fifteen
A teen she knew from her high school just got shot and killed over the weekend. It isn’t something to take for granted, making it to sixteen. Always grateful for one more day with my family.