Adiela - The Poem

Adiela
 

Through a mother's eyes
 the little things are spied
 of a little girl, who cuddles her dolls
 and cannot hear her mamma's calls

She's made of sugar and spice
 and all things nice
 and stays awake with me
 heedless of how late it may be
 

With tiny hands and tousled hair
 she says her prayers for Allah to hear
 saying, 'Bless Mummy and Daddy
 and never keep them sad'
 

Of the world's troubles she is unaware
 but can tell me what she wants to wear
 She is only three
 yet more advanced she has to be
 

And someday, she too will write with pride
 of her little girl of three

My mum, Soraya, wrote poetry and wrote this poem when I was three

I could not find a pic of me at three, so used one from my second birthday