Kyra at Two

In silence and shyness she greets
at the door,
A tender young thing, almost two, but not more.
Her shyness is fleeting, as soon I will see.
“Pick her
up!” will come words directed at me.
The shyness now gone,
she’s very much bolder,
Barking out orders like “Sarge”
to the soldier.
“This way,” she directs me, pointing
ahead,
Handing me books that at once must be read.
“Put
her in!” “Get her out!” “Sit down, Mike, sit
down!”
Each delay in compliance creating a frown.
Could I
argue? Refuse? Well, I could, I suppose…
But what else would I
do, and where else would I go?
Where a life that starts this way
will lead, I can’t say.
Will she learn something useful from games
that we play?
What will Kyra decide that her life’s all about?
I haven’t a clue, but it’s fun finding out!