The Priceless Bond

Here is to my grown up teen

Sweet and sour our relation has been.

From the little cute baby in our arm

To the grown up girl with a smile so warm

From your unmatched dancing swirls

To the beautiful bouncy curls

From the bedtime rhymes

To your online gaming times.

From picking you up after a fall

To arguing on issues so small

From the sleepless nights

To our endless fights

Yes its you...its you my teen

Sweet and spicy it has been

Your long phone calls and chats

My peace they do affect.

Your selfies and pouts

At times raise some doubts.

We still have our share of fights

Proving who is wrong and who is right.

"Grow up Mumma"...when you say,

I am bound to look with dismay!

Yes its you....you my teen

Sweet and spicy it has been

Its hard to believe you have grown

And you have a world of your own.

Now its time to leave this nest

Soar high and achieve the best.

We will miss our gossips and chit chats

About lovely girls and handsome brats.

We will wait to have our share of fights

Proving who is wrong and who is right.

Yes my teen....my grown up teen

Will miss the times that have been!