Two Little Stars Poem by Swila Bathool

Two little stars, I have who are dear
to me, I long for them to be near

Rayya and Muharrar are the two little stars
that twinkle in me who are now far

Rayya, whom I admire on how she act
cute but naughty, have to admit the fact

She takes her mother’s mobile phone
talk out loud, but sometimes yawn

If she spill something on the floor
will wipe with a mop, whatever she pour

If she run, need someone to catch
even if they try, never win the match

Her language is that I don't understand at all
she cry out loud if she fall

Muharrar, whom I admire his innocent smile
who present those pearls every while

I enjoy the times when I come from school
he present a hearty laugh, his magic tool

He licks and bites our face
crawl on the floor at a fast pace

If he fall or slip from somewhere
cries, but stops if the song is there

He dislikes eating baby food
eats from our plate when he is on mood

A toddler and a baby whom I admire the most
in my heart I give them the highest post