Zahra
I look upon her purely angelic face
And recount her recent devilish ways
Only four yet a handful already!
Her words make me smile
Her frown draws a laugh
The more I laugh the larger she frowns
How could I laugh at her impish moans
How lucky am I to behold this charade
Of my four year old and her parade!
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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