I take a trip down the childhood laneMy three year old leads the way
I see a little of me in her
Of some of the child in her
She spins tales of her ownI listen….
Yes! She taught me to listen
I wonderWho teaches whom?
She is quick to forgetMy mind harnesses and recalls
Events not worthy of a mention
Insisting and enforcing, at timesFor her to learn from mistakes
To believe in a sorry
While I indulge in self-defence.
She knows no egoShe knows nothing as tough
I find an alibi in them, in me.
I harbour more sorrow
She knows not to hide tears
I know not to fight fears.
She is blissfully ignorantFrank to accept it
I am scared of the unknown
Lest it gives me, my excuses away
She laughs happiness aloudI prefer to smile
Coherent with my painted demeanor.
She loves intuitionI seek shelter in ignorance
Sans a frank admission
Seeking explanations in perceptions.
I am knowingly rude.
She displays adulthood, at times
Amusing me, herself and others
I hide my childishness
Lest I become a laughing stock.
She sees wonder in the small corners
Corners that I have rounded off in daily humdrum
Why does it change as we grow?
Or have I changed?
Who teaches whom?
I teach her to live lifeShe teaches me to love life.
A pretty longish one, originally written for ManicDDaily Sunday prompt and as always missed our Mr.Linky to be here for the Open link night. I seem to be loving missing the first compartment but being just in time to board the last coupe! :)