Yesterday a virus broke loose
Spreading from heart to heart
Painted in these walls in words
Yet none may have her heart
Malia is of royal creed
Yesterday she turned seventeen
A beautiful almost ripen to the eyes
Yet as tall as she may seem
Malia is still Obama's little girl
So wish her well and let her be
Yes she blossoms like sun in summer
Curvy like the bends of river Nile
Her infectious smiles caught many
But dare not forget she is but a child
Though seven feet and nine inches tall
Sweet were the words written
A true reflection they painted
Barak would have wet his eyes
Michelle would have felt a pang
The White House would have bowed
Yesterday Malia braced these pages
A guest not by choice but by date
Her name became known to strangers
Poets showed their riches in words
But Malia's heart is yet to be claimed
A time will come for Malia to be taken
Perhaps by a prince tall as she
From a mansion big as her father's
When that day finally comes
It will be known in these pages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So we share the same feelings towards the young lady in the White House. I have read your heartfelt poem and did really enjoy it. PLZ see mine on the same issue.