Letter to Let Grow

[wasellajam]

Hi, Deor. I've been having trouble getting my head around this poem but I can give you some notes on my read hoping it will help you identify strong and weak points.
I like the go/grow wordplay of the title.

Count with me
Like I am still
Your baby
Get ready…
Strong opening, drew me in.

6AM is a lemon
One 
you can squeeze
or skin like meat This line gives the first hint of discord.
A sour smell coating your fingers
sweet enough to drink
Noon is a can As you mention a time again I'd prefer this as a new strophe.
Of lemon juice
Don’t you dare squeeze too tight
because sweetish sour
kills like a mother’s saliva
So I'm still trying to identify the players. Possibly, probably, parent/child, trying to understand mother's lethal saliva, to me it's saying the Narrator has the same poison inside as the "you".

Number Two:
In our fight, under Pine Bridge
You called me“rotten lemon boy” yet These two lines work for me, an awful thing to say.
In twenty years, I will still be young 
and to you my youth
will be 18 years
too long Again spite from both parties, these lines were confusing but worth figuring out.
In truth, time is a thumb
Sore and flat Strong oppression, interesting to look at time that way.
green after salons I can't get this line and it throws my read of the next three off.
How can you treat it like a bomb?
When you are the one 
who explodes so
If time is oppressive why not see it as a bomb? See, I got lost.


I will be old 
when I choose to
counting the seconds This reads off as "choose to counting", a comma after "choose to" would fix that if it's not what you intended.
until years are just 
7AM again;
three seconds, two, one I like the reverse countdown of these four lines.
until yours goes from
blunt, boring, done
In twenty years, I will be younger
Than you
Isn’t that right; petty mom
When will you pick me?
I don’t even fit the fruit tree
I like the return to the lemon, I think you could do better with two these ending lines, their own strophe and maybe a little reshuffling, rewording the same thought.

The poem has an odd habit of capitalizing sentences before end-stopping the previous ones which for me just added to my confusion. I have used punctuation like this poem does, only when I felt it was absolutely necessary and it seldom, if ever, works. IMO your poem would gain from full punctuation.

You've got something good going here, I hope my notes help.