In the dark corners musty with memories,
I found her...my old young self...
There she stood, amidst all her youth's stories..
I wondered what to tell her... Should I tell her?
Slow down and savour every moment small..
That all shall end, and she shall still remember...
Believe, wait and not relent at all...
Her youth will be her treasure forever
Some wrongs, should I let her make it right..
Some sadness, some tears, should I tell her of her own power...
Some fights should I let her fight..
Some more laughter and joy, should I let her uncover..
All these thoughts did fleetingly appear..
But dear, in the beauty of her impetuous youth..
Her impulse and her raw ability to feel love and fear..
I paused and chose not to change her youth..
Nor mine, for all her choices have taught me dear,
To me, in my wrinkled skin, to recount my feelings of my youth..
Seems like yesterday., that I was her..
I stepped back to my own memories..to soothe
