As a daughter grows

Like a bird, she battles her reflection in the mirror;
So innocent, my daughter.
As tiny and playful as a bird,
She bounces as she walks to school.

Sometimes I tell her, 'Your mind is filled with dung,'
and she retweets it like a pro.

Her mischief brings a smile to my face.
I shed my fatherly demeanor,
Becoming a child lost in mumbles.
She sings, "Wooden saddle, on the horse it lays,"
Then she playfully kicks the horse and dashes away.

She runs through fields of vibrant green,
Basks in the water pouring from a bucket wheel.
Recognizes the scent of white coriander flowers.
Glides like a bird up high and takes a dip in the river.

Her lips began to hum. Her feet find their dance.
She loses herself in raw emotion,
Finding life in every act.
I watch as my daughter sketches plants and planets,
Shapes round rotis resembling the Earth.
One morning she begins to ask,
Questions vast as mountain ranges.
My daughter has come of age.