My Freedom
I have grown up in your garden, proud where I still walk around. You gave me a nudge, I learnt to trudge. The seeds of time kept sprouting into flowers. Clutching your hand I awaited the showers. Umpteen curious questions of mine answered on a long winter stroll. Our season has lasted through spring, winter and fall. Here I am as you made me. I rejoice as I hold your hand and yet fly free.