Fifteen

Heather - Nearly Fifteen

My daughter is fifteen, tomorrow...FIFTEEN! Bloody hell, how did that happen? Where did the time go.

She is an incredible girl, full of plans and idea's, realistic, caring, sensible and crazy, beautiful and amazing.

I am quite proud of our relationship compared to the one I had with my Mum.

My Mum and I were very different people and clashed all the time, even as adults, even though I had a huge amount of respect for her. When I was fifteen, we hardly spoke and she annoyed me SO much.

I have a lasting memory of being fifteen and full of rage. It was probably hormones. But, my Mum and I spent the most of my fifteenth year arguing.

I don't think it will be like that with my daughter. We get on well, she handles her rage much better than I did and takes herself off to her room if she is moody as she likes to be alone.

We talk about stuff, we like similar things on the telly, we went to the cinema together earlier this week, just me and her as we both wanted to see the same film.

I don't know how this happened but it's lovely. 

I have written this for her.

Fifteen

When I was fifteen, I cut my own hair

I wore make up and didn’t care

When I was fifteen,

I stole, the heart

Of a boy, who was a man

Eighteen but a boy.

When I was fifteen, I knew my escape

Plan, I had to cram

I had to pass my exams

It was London for me

When I was 15 I knew everything

And nothing, my ambition was clear

It was black and white

The world and my Mum

Didn’t know

I was amazing, me

When I was fifteen

My girl is fifteen

She has cut her own hair

Wears make up, and doesn’t care

Whose heart she breaks

Before she escapes

Far away from me

She plans and crams

Ready for her exams

The world is grey, but she is clear

The world is just waiting

For her to be amazing

My girl is fifteen

Better than me