From girl to woman, time did slip,

A whispered dream, a quiet sip,

Of childhood’s sweet and simple grace,

Yet in the mirror, I see a trace—

Of dreams now worn with soft regret,

But then, new hopes, not quite unmet.

A child of wonder, wild and free,

Dancing through days with endless glee,

The world was mine, a vast expanse,

Where innocence led every chance.

I ran, I jumped, I laughed and cried,

Each moment bright, the world my guide.

Then years, like rivers, swift did flow,

A love, a choice, a place to grow.

A hand to hold, a vow to speak,

To share the nights, the days, the week.

I walked with you, a man, a friend,

A promise forged that would not end.

But time, it spun a newer thread,

And soon, inside me, life was fed.

The gentle weight, the secret stir,

A life within, a love was hers.

I felt the pull, the wild unknown,

A journey made, yet still alone.

Then came the day, the crying sound,

A tiny life, a love unbound.

My girl, my joy, my little light,

The world ahead, so pure, so bright.

I held her close, her tiny hands,

And saw the future, vast as sands.

Now, mother’s arms, so strong, so warm,

Yet soft to cradle, calm the storm.

She looks at me with eyes so wide,

I see my childhood, deep inside.

The path I walked, she’ll one day find,

A circle made, a bond unlined.

From girl to woman, mother’s grace,

The journey swirls, a tender trace.

A daughter’s love, a sacred thing,

A cycle spun, a heart to sing.

From child to mother, full of dreams,

In love, we grow, and so it seems,

The journey, endless, will not end—

For mother, daughter, always blend.

-Gauravi