dangerous tools

she wants her hands upon the tool
the danger that it holds compels
I hand it to her – something tells
her care will make me feel a fool
withholding danger – default rule
she wields the power with respect
protective instinct I inspect
perhaps I guard too much at times
denying risks are sometimes crimes
and so restraints I now let loose
lest growing up feels like a noose
and watchful as her spirit climbs

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