As small as she was,
She could barely recognize me.
But whenever I turned to leave,
She held my finger with her tiny hand.
I looked at her with love,
Every time she held my finger.
Caressing her with utmost delicacy,
I poured love on her every minute.
When I look at her now,
I can feel that the roles have reversed.
For now I am her little child,
And she, virtually , my mother.