6 days before adulthood

I am struggling to tell what will shatter the world with words, how is it that I run down the hill easily sidestepping any curb threatning to tip the tight fragile balance of normal. When I leave this life a hole like a shadow will stand in my place so I will leave things delicatley as they are in order to slip back unharmed. A mother will be a granny I'm sure of it. Aren't we happy?