Like a mother <br />My little daughter <br />Receives me on the door <br />And when I am leaving <br />And when she knows <br />That I am not taking her out <br />She says me good bye <br /> <br />She so much understands me <br />And tries not to hurt me <br />Some times <br />She kisses my face <br />And my hands <br />When she sits on my legs <br />And when I feel tired <br />And chocolates and toffees <br />She demands <br /> <br />Her little talk <br />Like beauty transient <br />Is becoming history <br />To return only <br />In memories rich <br /> <br />My little daughter <br />She is learning <br />To be a mother<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-a-mother/
