My Daughter

She is not a toy,
to entertain you all the time.
She is a little person herself,
learning to cope with her own mind.
She's still learning the ways
of this world around her,
She's not here to be
just the gem of your eyes.
Give her time,
Give her space.
Let her grow at her own pace.
And stop worrying about
just a pretty face.

by Nidhi Agrawal

Comments (2)

A fine poem written from a mother's perspective.Too much concern or worry may affect a child's growth as a person.To quote from the poem- - Give her time, Give her space. Let her grow at her own pace. And stop worrying about just a pretty face.
She is a little person herself, learning to cope with her own mind. Give her time, Give her space. just very fine worries of the dear daughter telling dont worry about her. she is a person on her way of learning. from the experience of the beloved mother she accepts her as a personality. lovely poem. tony