Daughters are in ways proverbial gypsies. <br />Content an playful in their itsy bitsys. <br /> <br />The skip, the hop, <br />Wicker basket, off to shop. <br /> <br />Feel like the waft of calming breeze. <br />Wide eyed look when you sneeze. <br /> <br />Tender touch of a flower on cheek. <br />Your loving nod yearn to seek. <br /> <br />Add so much color to life, <br />forget you all the anguish, strife. <br /> <br />Vivacious laughter thrills. <br />The nooks an crannies fills. <br /> <br />Your heart and soul bloom. <br />Wash away your gloom. <br /> <br />They the tender shoots of today. <br />In time shall bloom another day. <br /> <br />Bring forth flowers of the morrows. <br />To slake the torment of your sorrows. <br /> <br />And one day late in evening shadows. <br />Amid song, dance and the meadows. <br /> <br />They go their way. <br />Far away. <br /> <br />To a new abode, a better place. <br />To lend a cheer, to give solace. <br /> <br />Leave the stark an silence behind. <br />For you to find. <br /> <br />Only the stars to guide you by. <br />Awake in bed as you lie! <br /> <br />(Islamabad) <br />(May 13,2009)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughters-the-softness-and-laughter-of-a-home/
