My Daughter Snyya
Snyya! my darling, noisy little lark
cheerful and chatty, you want an early morning start,
‘go to sleep hun', I say, ‘its still very dark'.
you came to us, as a memorable gift.
Hamza sensed your absence, playing alone in the park.
How easily you filled that big question mark.
Can still remember, the day you were born