THE GIFT OF THE GIRL CHILD

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She is the burst of gold on an early sky, the chirp of birds as the day arrives.
She is the fragrance of a content earth, after a breezy shower has quenched its thirst.
She is every petal in the flowers of spring, the nip in the air of a winter evening.
Meant to be held close, she’s a precious child, but to be bounced into the sky when she wants to fly.
She is not to be denied the lunar swing and the stars she desires to wear like a queen.
Allow her to fall when she reaches for the rainbow, let her cry when she scrapes an elbow.
Stop not the tears of love from her heart or the prick of conscience when she goes too far.
A broken toy, a prize she missed, a just reprimand for doing dangerous things.
Her tears are only for such growing up pangs, not for repression at society’s hands.
She is born an image of the goddess we adore, bind her not to only household chores.
View her not as lesser than your boys, allow her the power of action and voice.
Give her the knowledge to know wrong from right,
So she knows that fear is not the name of life.
Raise your daughter with the strength to face every adversity with patience and grace.
May no tears of hers have complaints to convey, of man’s abusive and biased ways.
May life give her reasons to celebrate, not situations to weep in helpless rage.
Let a prayer reach every little daughter today, that her life be cherished in every way.

Written By- Anju Kishore, Chennai.