My children

I wanted my children to look as beautiful as her,
Soft as snow,
Warm as the afternoon sun in December.

I wanted my children to have her melodious voice,
Sweet as a flute,
Filling our home with a timeless noise.

I wanted my children to have her eyes,
Gentle as spring,
As beautiful as cloudy skies.

I wanted my children to have her smile,
Pure infectious,
Their grin as bright as Nile.

• Pratik