Rhea.

Tip-toed walking behind your mommy
Now you've grown up to a graceful lady.

The roles you've played,
You've lived it, you've enjoyed it.
The times you've seen,
You've tried for it, you've strived for it.
You  may have succeeded or have failed.
You may have smiled or wailed.

Whatever be it, they are just memories,
They are meant to be piled up in a corner,
They'll perhaps be waiting for you.

Waiting for you to ponder up on it on a sunday afternoon,
Or to think about it in April, May or June.

You won't re-live it, of course not,
You'll just enjoy it through your heart.

Memories will bring a smile,
A smile along with tears in eyes.

Good has to happen to you,
Cuz you wished for nobody's bad.
You're so good a person,
Your people can't see you sad.

You're walking in sand of life,
You're footprints aren't meant to stay.
Don't cry over yesterday ,
Anyway, tomorrow you'll miss your today

-Poulami