The days, years from now

When she was a kid
A kid elder than other kids
She sometimes loved them
Sometimes envied them
For having the bigger toy or may be for being loved more

When she grew older than to be kid and young enough to be  teenager
She found them horrible monks
Yelling for food
Shouting out of restless moods
And being all over the house as they had plenty of time

When she grew up to be called a teenager
She started be the coconut
Sometimes even having the softest heart
She loved pictures of kids more than anything
She found them cute enough to crush over them
Sometimes shooting the baby girl in her house
And on the other days
Playing, talking about the cute tiny boy next door

And when old enough to be called teenage
She sees them often
Sometimes holding their dad's hand
Sometimes wandering with Mom
Sometimes slaying around with both
She wanders of days, years from now
Of having her kids
How would be they
How would she spend the 24 hours each day with them
She just thinks how pleasing it is to have someone
You can love all your life with no expectations
Just loving them, caring about and planning about their days