Back to school
It’s difficult with the small ones because they want to play
Sitting in silence like statues
The whole day,
It’s not for them.
They want to jump and scream and run
And their small feet move quicker than yours.
It’s difficult with the big ones because they have growing pains
They are changing inside and out
You know, you haven’t forgotten.
They want to talk and sleep and love
And they don’t see you need the same things.
It’s difficult to teach because you want to love them
Shouting and punishing
Pains you more than them.
You dream to help, to grow to foster
Painful it is, you learn by doing.
I’m from Hungary, but I live in France.I don’t really remember the exact moment when I started writing, it’s always been part of my life. It became something serious during high school. My realistic dream is to finally finish a novel (in Hungarian or in English.) My unrealistic dream is to have my stories made into a BBC series and to meet Neil Gaiman and have a writer to writer talk.
You can read more of Fanni’s writing on her website www.inkmapsandmacarons.com.