UNSPOKEN FLUTTER
Young and not so brazen
There I was.
Little me by the door.
I’d hear but wouldn’t comprehend.
“What do these people talk about?”
“Why do ants have tiny legs?”
Little me by the door.
“Why do people talk so much?”
Little me by the door.
she’d mutter,
"Why does mummy come home late?”
“The girls in my school dont play with me, why?”
And cried often.
“Will a fairyangel take my tooth when I bury it here?”
“Why isn't there a baby christmas?”
Little me asked a lot of questions, for some she never got answers.
Do I want to go back? Maybe
Do I miss her?
Yeahh, a lott.
Oh! I do miss her questions, songs she loved writing, break dances in the bathroom.
She loved trolley school bags too!
Did i mention?
Her favourite spot in nursery school was alone in the school’s play-house.
Story for another day, I guess.
She’s cute but can stubborn too
Growing beautifully and fiercely with courage beyond words.
Oh my! Is she is aware, it's okay not to have all the answers.
For a fact, she has realised that sometimes, it's best not knowing all.
Words unspoken, flutter within
Right in my heart, the swells of childhood still speak.
