little bean you are
sprouting up
you are bright and stubborn and
one hundred percent spunk
you are kind but not always careful
sometimes you make me scream
you are beautiful; there are galaxies inside of you
more than you will dream
there are often grumpy mornings
snapping at you about dirty laundry
sometimes i'll rat you out to mom
and be sorry-not-sorry
little bean you are eleven
which even sugar-coated, is tough
but you handle it with more grace than i ever did
and you will always be enough
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