S H E

She chases her Independence as though it's a balloon,

She wins every argument as though it's a war,

She doesn't know what's ahead but she stands up tall.

She is something I cannot define.


I watch her every day with her curly locks behind her ears slipping out slow.

Her big beautiful eyes moving about.

She doesn't know how much I adore her,

Or how I love to see the curve of lips on her mouth.



She looks ethereal today

For today was the day she came to life

And I could never be more glad for the girl who gave me my name.

And strives to be my light.



She isn't just my friend,

She is much more,

A sister,

A teacher

And a huge part of me after all.

12.10.21

Ananya Singhal