With the flowers of Spring,
A baby girl was born;
With no sweets and celebration,
Everyone seemed forlorn.
Devoid of any son,
They said,
“Shh! Don’t Tell Anyone!”
Out-shined in the class,
With no match to any other;
It was a little happiness,
For only herself and her mother.
Her pride eclipsed their Sun,
They whispered,
“Shh! Don’t Tell Anyone!”
With deadlines and cookery books,
She juggled between every chore;
Yet couldn’t make them happy,
Who only expected more and more.
With expectations a...
Published on September 30, 2017 01:02