Watching children roughhousing, but only for so
long before telling them to settle down.
Not wanting to have anyone get hurt, just wanting
them to have fun while they're here.
Little eyes looking out at me, not sure if they
should go against me or not.
Thinking better of it, they shyly smile and then
immediately quiet down.
Really being good kids at heart, in the end just
respecting me, their elder without a fuss.
Seeming glad that someone cares and is watching
out for them.
A favorable feeling coming about, having gained
respect for themselves also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem