Watching children as their curiosity gets the best of them,
running from parents, wanting to explore different things
they're seeing outside of their homes.
Touching, feeling, peering into reflections, watching and
looking at themselves in them, laughing with glee as their
reflections imitate everything they're doing.
Happily sitting and watching them play, seeing their innate
curiosity getting the best of them, the same as it has done
to me throughout the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem