Z Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

My niece Z.
Such a beautiful young woman.
Yet she is so quiet and mature.
Pictures of her when she was young.
Looked like a cat.
People would come to the house.
To belive the rumours of such good looks..
My sister in aw guarded her so well.
Grown up so quick after her father died.
In her heart, lost the only man that made her so special.
Georgy was her nickname.

I wish I could live in NYC.
Brooklyn to be exact.
This remains true.
In England, my wife and I are so blue.
We have no children of our own.
I'd move to Brooklyn to be with my niece and her sisters.
I know we would live long and be happy.