My First Born

Being a first born myself;

Going down my memory shelf.

I recall the love and caressing;

And count my every blessing.

The attention I got was endless;

The protection from everywhere was immense.

This princely feeling was special;

And made me very soft and gentle.

Now being a mother of my first born daughter;

I look at her as watching my own reflection in water.

She is soft and gentle by heart;

And I want her to become responsible and smart.

One thing I always tell her;

To keep on getting better.

As nobody is ever perfect;

So keep learning is what I expect.

My ways of teaching might bother her;

But I want her to know that I am also growing as a mother.

As with her,I was also born as a mother;

So, She is mine and I am her forever teacher.