To My Daughter Poem by Glory Sasikala

How often will you travel the world?
Hills and plains and cities unfurl
Praying plans don't go awry
Your mind on high
while I...

You save for your trip
On your days get a grip
Book tickets to fly
Your mind on high
while I...

The day has arrived!
Things in order contrived
Settle in seat with happy sigh
Your mind on high
while I...

And for days you're gone
In groups and alone
Through the world you will fly
Your mind on high
while I...

While I here will wait
My eyes down the road by the gate
To you, your world
To me, mine...
Yes, you'll travel the world
while I...