Wednesday, January 14, 2015

My Precious Child

My Precious Child.
A little girl,
Who was loved,
With all of my heart.
I had great hopes from her,
And full faith,
From the very start.
I wouldn't let her,
Step out without shoes,
Or an umbrella.
I would protect her,
From rain and sun:
My beautiful Bella.
She was short, or tall,
Or mocha, fair, dark,
Skinny or plump, so lovely!
No worry or dark thoughts,
Could ever touch her!
I protected her fiercely.
Now she battles,
Extremists in Nigeria,
Bomb attacks at Gaza.
She braves,
Boat travel from Sri Lanka,
And armed men at Iraq.
My treasure,
I watch with impotency,
As you are shoved into maturity.
'Sorry' is just a worthless word,
I can sense how,
I have failed you fully....
Shraddha N. Pandey
15.08.2014

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