Connection from birth

Not an option, no choice in the matter

An easy close bond

That has, but is not formed by laughter

There’s fun there’s pain

There’s trust there’s hurt

There’s the times they’ll be patient

And the times they’ll be curt

At first they’ll listen intently

And put it all on the fridge

But soon you’ll reach a limit

And you won’t reach them

Without a bridge

You’ll be at a point when you are

responsible for your decisions

You might presume to expect derision

There may be a crash, a misunderstanding collision

You may leave them with discontent

You may leave them with indecision

They won’t understand how you came to your conclusions

You might be misunderstood and left to seclusion

They may view your thoughts as allusions

Feel your truths as intrusions

They won’t care much for your thoughts, your solutions

They’ll see a teenager, a rebel and they’ll think revolution