They call you 'Beast'
Angry, manic person
They say you are bad
Naughty, trouble
They shake their heads
Expect tantrums, so you deliver!
Wait, I see an angel
Stuck, frustrated
I see a small child
Frightened, insecure, unsure.
I offer a friendly hand
I expect nothing. I wait.
The beast in you will be tamed
When you grow as a person.
When you are ready.
I have patience
I can wait for you
When you are ready.
For you do deserve
Your angel wings just need nurturing
To unfold and dry out in the sun
To be given time to grow strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there should be one of YOU in every classroom.....[maybe two or three? ]....until the onset of boys' puberty. then it could be too disrupting! bri :) off to do library volunteer work!