What were we like when we were in our teens?
Was losing sleep in our genes?

My baby lies awake all night,
With a twinkle in her eye ever so bright,

And when I ask her what might be on her mind,
A mischievous smile she hides behind,

Perhaps I will never know,
The zillion thoughts that through her mind flow,

There are so many things I need to put right,
So many demons that I have to fight,

But I know that day is not far away,
When her life is free of all the grey,
When her voice reverberates in the house,
And her teen life free of grouse