First Walk with My Daughter…
I see my own reflection in my daughter,
A most gifted to have a friend like her,
I remember the day we took a walk,
A silent moment to share and talk.
We both sat on this virgin train,
Lots of secrets un shared remain.
A journey so long and a bumpy ride,
We opened our heart and nothing we hide.
She held my hand for all the promises,
To help her all the way to walk on a bed of roses…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag