the little eyes

she was sitting in my lap
playing with her fingers
she looked into me
and i wonder if she
saw multiple images
of ummi and mama
and ayah.

She learned quick
of things, mood and emotions.
She has her mother's beauty
and my exploratory mind.
She has a soul closer to mine
and yet with serenity of her ummi.

I can be very secretive
but somehow I am  always frank
as much as my eyes can talk
as much as my lips stay shut.

I love to see the naughtiness in her
ever inquisitive
wanting to know more than
she can comprehend

she had bought my soul.
the little eyes
the little one.

selamat hari raya, maaf zahir batin. 
Again, I am happy for you dearest.