Angry she is very angry all through.
knowing not what to do
knowing not why she was so
sat worried all through the day
At dusk went to her slowly
still wild with burning rage
she turned away hastily
not wanting to see me at any stage.
Walked slowly back with eyes down
knowing not how to appease her
thought of what wrong I had done
breaking my head as ow to satisfy her.
Looking at me with a raised head
she said in a voice soft and firm
you have gifted a book to my brother instead
not thinking of me in any term.
Unable to explain my act to the little girl fair
as she is a just a four-year old child
placed her in my lap talked to her with care
saying that her book is on the way my grand
child.
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