Robin

Sometimes..I wonder

am i deluding myself?

if I set off into the world not quiet my own

more than part of growing up

it's a part of me, lives and breathe with me

To what extent do I let it

or lest shattering the illusion is the next best thing?

if i didn't have my experiences..would I learn, otherwise?

The falls, the young naive humiliation, the tears

heart-wrenching to see what's reflected in the mirror is not what you expect it to be

and learning to 'not' rely on mirrors, unless it has something important to impart

Thank goodness they (memories) went like a fog

the clarity would've baffled me

or rather, they cease to matter...now

 i fell in love with a child

if i have a daughter, i would probably name her Wana

she's.. a sweet little creature

big round eyes

an almost toothless smile

and it's hard to describe her as a child

wise eyes she has, full of compassion and empathy

often i forget she's only four years old

and yet she is that

she'd hold a crying girl's hand

she'd wait for a friendless friend

more than sweet words of assurances..she's stand by her friends

defend the helpless

shown immeasurable kindness

she has an amazing benevolent heart 

she is the image of what goodness can be

without the false image of child- bratty, tantrum-throwing, self-centered

she is her own little person

i love her to pieces

love her because of Allah