Take care.
She’s loud and intense.
Banging doors and
yelling at anyone who crosses her way.
Sometimes she’s silent
like a fresh summer breeze caressing your face.
With an impish sparkle in her eyes.
The shimmer of young recklessness
and courageous rage looking at the world as if it were hers.
She’s always so wrong in being right.
You try to tell her.
You explain, hug, show her the right way,
but she insists!
She chases errors
as if they were colourful butterflies
in a beautiful garden.
Butterflies showing her the wrong way,
the wrong path.
She steps on every mistake
with so much confidence.
But when she cries it’s the cry of
who has learnt
who has scared over it.
Just watch.
And take care.
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