DAUGHTERS

When daughters are small, you give them your all

Each moment of the day, you are always at their beck n call

Or running behind, to them protect from harm or a fall

They are those cute lil toys, your very own, walkie talkie dolls

Who in our lives a purpose, joy n enthusiasm infuse n
install;

But in the blink of an eye, they grow up, to become pretty, slim n tall

Sometimes during their teens, due to a problem, they may create a wall

But work parents must immediately, to see it crumble n fall.

Once big, daughters study n some even reach the hall (of fame)

Daughters with their parents a solid unbreakable bond install.

Lucky are parents, who daughters have; they  love their parents n them enthrall

as age catches up,
in our sunset years, they look after us n on us call.

Armin Dutia Motashaw