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The Sheer Terror
I listen to two friends
I listen to two women
They worry with their mother’s hearts
They worry over their teenaged children
Nothing to worry about, I say
They sound like wonderful kids, I say
Remember what you did, I say
Remember when you were their age
That’s when panic rises in their mothers’ hearts
That’s when they remember the things they never shared
But aren’t you sitting here today? I say
They will get through it, I say
That’s easy for me to say, with my woman’s heart
Easy to say with my friend’s heart
I will never know the sheer terror of their mothers’ hearts
- Julia Smith, Jan. 10, 2010
Ms Snarky Pants says I was a rather boring teenager. Angsty and goth, but I didn't drink or do drugs or anything exciting like that.
Kelly Boyce says Its so much easier to give other people advice on their lives than to take advice on our own. :)
Andy Sewina says Phew, Julia, my boy's sixteen and I'm worried sick about him, if he's only half as bad as I was at that age, he's in BIG trouble!