After all I am a daughter

Transformation of a girl to accept the world

A two-year-old and I love squirming in my parents' arms,

Not liking it when time takes its pass.

A four-year-old and I decide with the my not so nurtured brain,

That I have to leave my parents a little as the water droplets do from a cloud to pour rain.

A six-year-old and I wish I could live the fairytales,

Still unsure that situations have heads or tails.

An eight-year-old  and I want to endure,

Perhaps I was too late to realize that nothing is so pure.

A ten-year-old and I witness changes,

Now I see how much my life ranges.

A twelve-year-old and papa makes me happy,

I want my mind to enrapture all his savvy.

 

A fourteen-year-old and here comes the second year of teenage,

My mother shows me that why rage has its place.

A sixteen-year-old and I begin realizing the graveness of life,

Giving my thoughts contemplation once or twice can only make it a paradise.

An eighteen-year-old and I am standing on the threshold of womanhood,

With eyes shut tightly and visualizing what a woman should.

After all, fathers say, "A son remains a son until he gets his wife,

But a daughter remains a daughter throughout her life.".

Author's Note

Hope everyone gets a peek of it...

Reviews

[Siddhidatri Pande]

Its great to see that you are one of the most active reviewers of mine...Thanks ...

[Ghost writer]

That's precious, sounds pretty good I always expect those to get sad but this one was alright, I love the last line, unfortunately not always true but it is if you look at it in the spiritual sense, I'm close with my dad though.