I cleaned your room today.
Evidence of tortured teenage paradox
strewn across the floor.
Baseball cards, skateboard magazines,
and candy bar wrappers among
empty beer bottles and photos of a girl give
evidence of the man struggling to emerge.
Tucked in rumpled linens, an empty cigarette pack
concealing what you didn't want me to know.
I knew this day would come.
Mothers aren't ignorant of such things.
How do you think you got here in the first place?
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© K. Lynette Erwin, 2014
That something so creative could come from such a moment is brilliant.
ReplyDeleteNice conclusion to the tale:-) thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteIt reflects a boy's room when he has one foot still at home and one foot planted out in the world. Nice take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteAnd of course a mother's angst. These can't be edited huh?
ReplyDeleteWell done on detailing a good many mother's romp through her teenage son's room! Excellent rhythm too.
ReplyDeleteAh.. A smelly teen Chrysalis ...of course !
ReplyDeleteWell done
Well done, you! :)
ReplyDeleteI can identify with the teenage boy's bedroom.
ReplyDeleteAh, love the ending--classic!
ReplyDeleteAha, you caught the rascal! Great take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteSpoton! LOL ♥
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful .. and clever!!
ReplyDeleteOh so clever and yes - delightful. The closing lines me me smile.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ah yes...I can identify...nicely done!
ReplyDeleteOh, yes......that blind eye and deaf ear.......we know, you know..!!
ReplyDelete'evidence of the man struggling to emerge'. Brilliant. The perspective is so different :)
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