There’s something that tugs at my heart whenever I see these children,
These are the very ones with whom my baby played in the sun and rain,
I see them now engrossed in chitter chatter after their test,
And my heart aches as I try hard to digest,
It’s not the exams that they sail through,
It’s more the animated exchanges that follow through,
That’s what I know my baby is missing,
The cheerful interactions and the hissing,
I am more concerned about the experiences she’s missing out,
Studies and other achievements I don’t care about,
What I do care about is her friendships,
The bonds, the secrets and the school trips,
These are the memories she’ll always carry with her,
I want them to be happy and full of myrrh
