She Was Naughty

This is a story
which my parents have told me
about a little girl
Rotem was her name.

Naughty, with small glasses, who played dangerous games.
She loved climbing the shelves or standing next to the window without a dread,
Raising her parents’ heart rate to a hundred.
One time, she left the house.

While her father was wondering where she was.
He looked for her outside, next to the most dangerous road
And was about to explode.

Finally, he found her, happy and laughing out loud,
On her way back from the playground.

He wasn’t surprised from the way she did it, so little, alone next to the dangerous road
Because after all,
She was naughty, with small glasses, who played dangerous games,
Who has been crowned as the brave girl until today.