If you don't like poetry then just skip this. But if you are willing to take a chance, spend a few moments, please read the short composition below. At the end I will tell you something about it.
"She skipped childhood like a stone
Skimmed the surface straight into adulthood
Never gave thought to her youth, it rippled softly before it disappeared
It was never dolls and make believe
It was babies and a real house to tend
she woke up one day and realized that she hadn’t played outside in years
And that she had nothing to show for her toil
except her children, who barely see her anymore
But she keeps working because she must
She is wise
And wiser still each day
You can see it in her face and in the movements of her hands
Hands not dealt an easy deck
And hands that know the cost
Of skipping rocks"This is not a vanity thing. The above was written by my daughter. The one who keeps saying she wants to write, wishes she could write etc. Well guess what? I think she can and I'm proud of her. I had to get her permission to re-publish this. I just hope there is more where this came from. Keep it up Bean!