Soaring Dreams
One day my little one will cruise in the blue sky,
Piloting people through altitudes low and high,
Helping them reach destinations all over the globe,
Flying them to Hongkong, Greece and Rome.
Some day draped in bridal finery, demure and shy,
She will leave us, her parents, bidding goodbye.
We will watch her with sad hearts, but smiling lips.
We will be happy, but have tears in our eyes.
Some days my little one will fly in rough weather,
Her aircraft will be tossed hither and thither,
Through air pockets and sheets of rain,
But she will be an ace who can handle her plane.
Like flying, life too will throw challenges at her,
Some days will be tough and some full of cheer,
But I am sure she has the capacity to ace it all,
With determination and perseverance, standing tall.
Today she is a teen with a heart full of dreams,
With a song on her lips and eyes that beam.
Soon she will be flying into the boundless sky.
Soon she will be flying with the prince of her dreams.
The poem is very nice! ☺️ No
Thank you so much Nithya!