TO A TEENAGER
You think we're trying to spoil
Silly boy! We've better things to do,
But, in a way, I understand;
Long, long ago, I felt that way too.
When you were just a little guy,
Those grown-ups took away
The things that might be harmful
With which you wished to play.
They kept you safe from light
Sharp knives, and scissors, too;
Too many cookies or chocolate,
Things that were bad for you
You didn't always get your way.
That's how they showed their love.
They set down rules for you to obey,
Like our dear Father above
Those who love you wish for you
A day when you will understand
That your Father in Heaven loves you too,
And wants so much to take your hand.
He's surrounded you with those
Look around! I'm sure you'll see them there.
Copyright, 1998, Louise P. Stenson