Innocent Mischief

Amidst raucous laughter, I found my own space,

the youngest in line, a small, shining face.

Their tales of wild journeys, each story a spark,

while I hid in the corners, just playing my part.

Yet shadows were cast by the giants who stood, heir laughter and chaos, my misunderstood wood.

A snapshot of moments, with mischief at play,

where I learned to be quiet, then burst out one day.