Pockets Of Laughter

Childish 

In her nature

She always steals the show

With innocence in her look

And gentleness in her soul.

Chirpy like a bird

She hops from branch to branch

Gathering twigs to nestle

Still making merry in her flight.

Pumped with double strength

Pranks cook like spaghetti

Within her tiny little brain

Perfectly hitting the target

Without being noticed.

A compact one-piece she is

Often found running in the corridor

Either escaping a punishment

Or chasing unfinished mischief.

How childhood flies off

We know not

How a tiny little angel

Because a full-blown woman

Under the shade of the sun.