For a Daughter I Wish I’d Had — Usha Pisharody of A Quest
laughter ringing clear-
warm hugs and
little sudden pecks on my cheeks!
A whirlwind of a girl;
now here, gone in a flash!
Long long hours of girlish talk-
boys, books, heroes and men!
Life, love, trust and THAT!
while ogling the boys…;)
summing them up, then
walking by in disdain!!
Cheering her up
when sadness strikes-
being there for her…
just in case, she asks!
Holding her hand-
without her knowing..
as only moms can do;
though she, being mine,
would know it too…!!!
Sharing myself with her-
my fears, my joys
my secrets, and my ploys-
Ending the day in warmth
so fierce and filling..
Wishing each mother had
so like mine!!
This is for you papa…
You,who cries more than he laughs while watching ‘father of the bride’
You, who cries when you hear any ‘bidaai geet’,
You, whom I pretend not to look at when tears are rolling down your cheeks,
You, who thinks all men are fools and ‘ladkewaale‘are greedy pigs out to con everyone,
You,who scoffs at the idea of ‘kundalis’,
You, who does not find a single guy worthy of your princess,
You, who doesn’t like a prospective son-in-law because he doesn’t roll his ‘R’s right,:)
You, who eats everything I cook like its a gourmet meal,
You, who eats my half burnt ‘rotis‘ with barely a grimace,
You, who rushes me to the hospital because a fever of 101 meant and still means an ‘emergency’ in your book,
You, who understands me more than mom at times,
and you who is the peacemaker between us,
You ,who has the softest spot for your ‘first born’
You,who thought he had a child genius on his hands when a 2 year old girl pointed out all the ‘A’s in the newspaper,
You, who knew all about child psychology much before it became commonplace,
You, who taught your kids all about ‘good touch’ and ‘bad touch’,so nobody could take advantage,
You,who was delighted at the prospect of a little girl,your first born,
even though her ‘dada‘and ‘dadi‘ thought she wasn’t ‘lakshmi‘but a calamity,
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