Of idle dismissals and warring for property rights
They are ever mining in curiosity
They are ever needing food, needing care
They are giving hugs and needing hugs and reaching reaching
They are rage, tears and screams in a moment.
They underslept and overenergized
They are a merrygoround of fists gripping existence
Needing to be heard
And hearing things that need to be silent
They are the beginning of the story
They are the ever present middle
They are growing into people
They are growing out of shoes
They are loud when you want noise, loud when you want silence, loud when they want things
They are quiet when you aren’t with them
They are quiet when you are reading and they lean upon your shoulder and then speak over you to tell the story.
They are quiet with they’re hiding your shoes and hoping you’ll stay for hours.
They are quick with their feet.
And quick into messes
Quick into wearing food
Quick into yelps of joy
Quick into unexpected little dangers, and just as quickly returning to safe heights, unsharp things and unbumped heads
And they heal
And they hunger
And they hold
And bring hope