My Daughter

By Bushra Shaheen

In my belly I thought it is a little boy Guessed, prayed, Asked God secretly, Month six is leaving, Time to meet my baby is nearing, Bought shirts & pants, didn't gander at frocks & socks Then the day came in month seven That tore me apart My baby can't survive?

Did her health nosedive? No sleep no food Where do I elude? Been through a labor of great deal Flood of emotions that I can't conceal At the end, got to meet my little girl But with no breathe, Oh! How pretty she is In my heart, she placed a lovelock My girl got me desperate to shoppe frock But she isn't here to wear one She is now an angel in the gardens of heaven

By Bushra Shaheen