Teenage Daughter Bop

Listen! Crying in the kitchen and hollering in the hall

Eight eyes rolling up so sharply, irises get lost

Deep dramatic sighs of simmering discontent

Mix with muttered murmurs of imminent mutiny

From the other side of the house, a door slams

Knocking the picture frames and our smiles askew

Teenage daughters, my four darling divas, dance

Mom’s locked herself in the bathroom, last solitary stronghold

Sitting in the bathtub, sobbing, she scrolls through her feed

Full of her friends’ smiling families of fresh faced toddlers

Dad’s deep in the kitchen wasting reason on teenage wrath

To the daughter who just couldn’t, simply wouldn’t hold her tongue

Explanations ’bout respect and apologies meeting stone

The other three teens slink away behind doors for shelter

Escaping the undertow of dad’s growing ire and mom’s tears

Teenage daughters, my four darling divas, dance

The sun rises again on a full house ripe with silence

Cautious girls ease open doors wearing frozen wide masks

Eyes sweep the floor rather than meeting each other

Teeth are brushed, faces washed, hair combed out

So much simpler to craft a face presentable to the world

Than to draw an apology out of the pregnant air

Teenage daughters, my four darling divas, dance

Photo Credit: watch the closing doors by Michael Hansch on Flickr; used under Creative Commons License.
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