When your child-footsteps
chased her from the yard,
she flew —
not from fear,
but with patience.
And when you grow still enough
to pause—
for the flicker in her eyes,
where wisdom meets knowing
in a quiet flash—
you’ll see.
She was never just noise,
or shadow,
or nuisance.
She was waiting for you.
Kindly playing the role
you needed her to
in your younger world.
