Turn me to that baby girl again,
so that he could grab me softly in his hands.
Turn me to that tender child,
so that I could crawl to him, from behind.
Turn me small & delicate enough,
so that once again I could sharpen my memories,
which turns up to be rough.
And could rejoice grumbling & trembling to him,
once again my little fingers could hold his hair very firm.
After a long exhausted day when he returns,
me hiding behind with a “BOOM” stuns.
Then a father daughter’s giggling effortlessly manage to summon.
-Madiha Zuber
2020
