She is the Girl

She gets up early

To water her plants

While sipping tea

From cup in her hands

Tussled hair unkempt looks

Looking cute in tee’s and shorts

All this while playing with her dog

As it prances happily around her

Newspapers and breakfast

On the table combined

Off to work for a day of toil

Where she’s a tough task master

Everyone fears

In the evening she arrives

In a hassled state

As if the burden of the world

Is on her neck

She may be upfront

On what she feels

Won’t mince any words

Lest someone squeal

But once in my arms

She’s a little girl

With stars in her eyes

And dreams in her head