When you are young and in love, it is very hard to keep holding on until that day when you are old enough to be together. My mom was very strict and would not let me go anywhere or do anything. Aside from being strict, for whatever reasons, she also didn’t nurture me like a daughter should have been during those crucial years of growing up. I was the only person in my class who did not see the sex education films because my she wouldn’t sign the permission slip. I wasn’t allowed to do sleepovers with friends or go to parties. I wasn’t allowed to learn how to drive. I wasn’t even allowed to ride a bike anywhere. I didn’t even have my first real date with him until after we got married. My sister was allowed to do all of those things and more. It left me feeling a lot of resentment towards my mom for denying me the chances to do things a normal teenager was allowed to do. On the other hand my boyfriend’s parents were very lenient with him and while we were going steady it was hard for him to keep waiting around for me and I lived in a constant state of fear that I would lose him. Occasionally I was able to sneak around and see him, but not often. I wrote this and the next poem during those times.