A four year old I find <br />Has a very clear mind. <br />She knows she likes Pogo <br />More than the Lego. <br /> <br />For pink strawberry ice-cream, <br />She will kiss you and scream, <br />While she licks with sheer delight <br />Till she finishes the last bite. <br /> <br />When her mom asks her to draw <br />She runs away defiantly saying no. <br />And asks why don’t you let me play <br />It’s a holiday today. <br /> <br />She handles a T.V remote, <br />Like a pro <br />If you ask her whom do you love more? <br />She’ll promptly say everyone, running out of the door. <br /> <br />She knows she can’t take a chance <br />And takes care of her future in advance. <br />She can twist you around her little finger, <br />While you are left to figure <br />Out, how she learnt such tricks, <br />And fool you in a blink. <br /> <br />Barbie is her favourite doll <br />And when her nana takes her to the mall, <br />She really has a ball riding up and down the elevator, <br />Holding on to nana’s sweater. <br /> <br />When she enters a toy shop, <br />She knows exactly what she wants. <br />She has mastered the tactics <br />Of good politics.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joys-of-childhood/
