Ragged rebel defenseless kneels
crumpled in the doorway
shoulders sag
His word-wounded heart
no longer a sure foundation
for proud posture
Desperately disconsolate,
he implores her through tears
Look at yourself, Mom
Look at your self
she spits back through clenched teeth
tongue like a diamond-tipped chisel
I dare to say no
and you throw
a 5-year old tantrum
Sarcasm drips
down her chin
as the barrage continues
Until his low voice
imbued with fledgling sovereignty
whispers
Who’s throwing the tantrum now, Mom?
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