My Little Girl
Spending half my life within these walls The seldom I felt it, whenever work calls A life that is not an open book to be told Years secretly rolled by as I only grow old I was out from office to do my daily grind I saw her face, that got stuck in my mind My heart leaps for joy, so hard to contain A strong blow, it strucks harder than pain Her face, the sweetest I could ever know My little angel whose innocent eyes glow A moment so pure, blooming with grace A heaven's breath, that lights up a place It was only yesterday, she made a tiny sigh In a quiet bud, underneath a watchful sky In time, she glows with beauty and charm Just sight of her, turns a cool day to warmAs I headed out for an off-site assignment that morning, I found myself quietly staring out the window of a taxi, my mind preoccupied with the usual clutter of things to do for that day.
But as we drove past a school, something caught my eye. It was my five-year-old little girl's small frame - standing by the gate, with her little backpack slung over her shoulder. She stood beside her nanny, waiting for a ride home.
The taxi stopped briefly at a red light. For a second, I watched her through the glass. My heart ached with a sudden desire to step out of the taxi to talk to her and hold her close. But then the light had turned green and we moved forward.
Back at my desk later that afternoon, I couldn’t focus. The image of her standing by the school gate at that fleeting moment still lingered in my mind. It's as if, the hours I had to spend more before coming home felt like days, I couldn't wait because I missed her so.
And so, as my load at work started to ease, I wrote this poem for her.