There was this girl whose name I did not know
She used to sit between her mom and dad everyday
On the front porch of her lovely home
And stare at a tree with pink flowers
Because she was told they were pretty like her
And she told her parents that she loved them both

After a few springs
She didn’t get to tell her mom
About her new friends at school
Because she was busy
With her new baby brother
So she told it to her father

After few summers
She didn’t get to tell her father
That she had won poetry competition
Because he was busy scolding her
About the report card which had a B in math amidst all the other As
So she told to it...