PINK AND PEARLS

                  PINK AND PEARLS

  Born as a daughter, she is her father's
                            Princess,
     First time he holds her, leaves him
                           Breathless,                                  As she turns four,she dances and                                  twirls,
   On her birthday, dressed in Pink and                                Pearls.
            As she grows to be a teen,                    At home she is hardly seen,
       Fights with her mother over little                                 things,
      She dreams about the day she can                        spread her wings.
      A few more years, pink changes                      shades to Gepe and blush,
       She notices him,she had her first                                   crush,
    Then she feels that the world is fake,
           As she suffers from her first                                    heartbreak.
           Myriad are her experiences,
    Yet she cultivates a mask that no one                               notices,
  She grows closer to her mother and
        Adores her father once again,
 Their advice is no longer a constrain.
      She finds the man of her dreams,
   Who loves her and with his action this                          he means,
  A long way she has come from playing
           With dolls and tea houses,
   She cries as she leaves her father's                                house.
 As the baby kicks, she never complains,
    For the miracle growing in her, she
           Willingly suffers the pains,
 Now it is the time for her daughter to                        walk and twirl,
       Dressed in bubblegum Pink and                                      pearls.
From a daughter to a wife and now a                             mother,
  From a rebel to the one who holds her                      family together,
  Through thick and thin, by her man                              she has stood ,
     She is, like every girl, a Paragon OF                       Womanhood.