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Parents, the keepers of the door to this amazing universe..
To them I am a fragile sapling, staked for its own good. Protected from sweet kisses, funny and salty, somber and delicious.
Parents, those figures of authority - from whom our true lives are kept.
Protect me from scars no deeper than a blush, from rustles on a soft battlefield, caressed curves, tousled hair and appetitive breaths of each others air.
Parents, who guard against loves bombardment, the persistent courtship. Giving ground in slow but immense movement, like those of continental plates.
Parents, whose power will fade with no more cause than time, gentle as mist, as powerful as a waterfall.
A poem about growing up and parents (from a teen view)
16/F/Athens, Georgia US
(16/F/Athens, Georgia US)
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