She

Her voice is high
Almost a squeal as she
Hops about in constant motion
Even for a four-year-old little
Girl whose little sister and
Loving parents guard her
From strange foods or
TV shows while she
Requires constant
Direction without
Undue discipline
To guide gently
But firmly to
Right and
Away from wrong.
It is utterly exhausting
Even to watch as a grand
Parent or kindly elder,
Glad it is not my job
To ride herd on
Little kids off
On a tour of
Childhood.
I am glad
To make
Some
Monetary
Contribution
Toward sending
Her to preschool where
She can be socialized and
Her mother and little
Sister have a better
Chance to bond
And rest for a
Few hours
Each week while
Her majesty at four
Holds court and manages
The other sons and
Daughters of
Heaven.