The First Whirlwind

You remember that day clearly.

You were pushing her every day,

Trying to get her to make something.

You were losing faith in her,

Wondering if she could do it on her own.

Your eyes were wandering to your friends,

Who were successfully teaching their own little ones.

Despair closes over you like a coffin over a corpse.

Then suddenly, you feel it.

A kind of breeze plays over your face.

You turn back to her.

Her heart-shaped face is narrowed in concentration.

Her green hair is whipping around her delicate head.

All too soon, it stops.

Pride and joy bursting in your heart,

You run over to her spot.

Her flushed face is beaming.

You whisper to her over and over

How excellent she was.

Now your little girl is all grown up

Finding her own path in life.

She leaves with the Soarwing in hand,

Ready for the journey ahead of her.

You get the feeling that she will be in danger

And you want to protect her.

But you and she understand that

In order to make the first whirlwind,

You have to make it on your own.