This corner of the forum is looking a bit neglected. I've been as guilty as everyone else, but last week's after-school Grandaughter visit triggered something.
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Elemental.
She arrived at my house,
jumping out of her skin,
grey eyes stormy,
aura flashing like a hazard light.
She burst through the door,
halfway up the hall in two strides,
then backtracked to remove her shoes.
Calm for just long enough to say,
"Sorry, I forgot. Stupid school...
They made us stay in at playtime.
And it was hardly raining at all."
Her Mum, a few steps behind,
raised her eyebrows.
"It's okay," I said, bracing myself,
"We've all been there."
After fifteen minutes of cartwheels,
somersaults, dive-rolls,
bouncing off my living room walls,
she calmed down enough for a drink.
Hyper-active is one thing,
but this was elemental.
If she ever learns the knack,
to turn it off and on at will,
she'll be a lucky girl.
We'll try to teach her. But,
if she doesn't, life will be hard.
Gyppo
