To the wonderful young-adults in my life. Yes you. Hahaha. Something I, dare I call it, doodled for the sake of?

They’ve seen me red and flustered

They could’ve walked away

But with all the love they mustered

Ignored any dismay

They’ve seen me trip and tumble

 And graze my teenage knee

How awkward do I fumble

And dawdle carelessly

In all their young-adultness

They stoop to make me great

But in my young-sixteen-ness

I’d have to learn to wait

Forgive my spontaneity

And if I sound detached

Here’s the nitty-gritty

Of my gratefulness unmatched

By now, ya’ll think I’m corny

And downright jologs too

A penny for your thoughts from me

Much love from me to you

Chummy ka nanaman Glo Anne.