She is my daughter
My own reflection
My reality
Within her I see
a part of me.
I am like an empty vessel
I carry blossoms of her imagination
Her laughs n talks fills me.
I am born again n again
to fill the holy grail.

She is an angel from heaven
In my prayers I see her
All my prayers are for this little angel
But A fear looms
She is my daughter
And to me alone.

© vinitha