....for Tishu
At the tender age of 6, I remember feeling very thrilled
Ma whispered into my ear, ‘your baby sister will be here’
I sensed the thoughtful change in mood, Baba was tense Didi played good
Janel stared at Ma in need, thoughtful who will care for his greed
On the balmy 6th of July, I held my anxiousness with a sigh
Everyone looked busy and alive,cause my baby sister will arrive;
I kept slipping in and out of daze,Double checking to see if everything is in place
So I took it upon myself to give her the warmth of good health
That night I closed my eyes real soon, hoping the night sped under the moon
I was quickly drawn into my dreams, magnetized by the golden beam
My blurry eyes cleared into focus, you rocked in a pink cradle blissfully near us
As the daily minutes of the night swept by, a beautiful sun rose to the 7th July sky
In the cold hospital room I wanted to feel warm in her arms
I understood my time had gone, I would no longer be Ma’s little one
I peeped through the gaps of my family cluster, searching for you ‘my lil sister’
Alas! I saw you wrapped in pink wearing a blush on a fairy tint
I longed to raise you playfully
Cause forever you will be My fair lady!!
