I opened my eyes at the hospital to see a tiny hand,
Tugging my fingers, struggling to hold on,
Tugging at my heartstrings in a random sequence,
Causing infinite emotions to flow and drench a barren land.
My little girl grew a little, a bundle of sweet agony,
She learnt innumerable tricks to bother her mother,
And kept them secret from her unsuspecting family,
But petulance changed to pride when I heard her shouts of glee.
Those tiny anklets which were my timepiece,
Whose beatific bells sang a song in harmony,
Will remain etched in every nerve of my being
And forever be more precious than Beethoven’s symphony.
I continue to reprimand her childhood that quit too soon,
And bequeathed its place to adulthood’s flavourful fantasies.
I hold close a book of fairy tales kept beneath a Kindle in her room
Indeed, every beautiful moth breaks out from a protective cocoon.
A daughter’s tight hug speaks more than a son’s gentle squeeze
Whose endearing words light up the dark corridors of life,
Also, a friend, companion, sister and teacher- she’s all in one
Her dynamic presence pleases a mind like a gentle breeze.