This is great! So descriptive of the youth our babies become and ours that we lose! Little do they know someday they too will become "their parents" staring at their own "cantankerous" youths!...and watch out for pay backs! Good job!

Well you opened the poem well I liked the last two stanzas the best

"I find myself
staring into the fountain
of youth.
Sacrificing my maturity,
to travel back decades
to remember exactly what
my immaturity looked like.

Yet I can't seem to find it,
perhaps -
because the well has dried
from all the hot air ...

he blows"

really well put! and a good way to end the poem.

5/5

Luanne
Love the piece. How many times I wnated to say as my son grew. "Someday you will have one just like you and then you will know how I feel" I remember my mom saying the same exact words to me....LOL...and one day they will and then remember those times when they thought they were grown and knew everything.
Great job!
Love Cindy