I’m not expecting much, they can forget me

The daily prompt: Don’t you forget me

Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.

I was a little princess of my father

His most precious gem rather

Chubby, cute, sweet little bundle of joy

In his arms look like a fluffy soft toy

Most protected, pampered may be

Just like a duchess’ royal baby

I would have brought up not better

If I was born in British grand castle

Luxuries would have made my life easier

Where would I find kind parents, so dear

Yes I am a princess, a heir to the throne

So what if not worn a crown to be shown

I lived as wife, mother, now ready to slow

I have completed the cycle, closing the show

Love, values, Character, culture, to pass on

To the siblings, the next generation and move on.

At the end of my life I want to be known as a kind soul

Rest everything will follow if I die achieving selfless goal

Share happiness and keep grief for own self till it fades away

The lasting affect of love and compassion will put hatred away


  1. I like how you describe your photograph with your father. You were a beautiful baby, Rashmi. I like also how you felt like a princess in how much love your parents and family have poured into your life. Wonderful post and heartfelt words.♡


  2. This is a wonderful post Rashmi. I can totally relate to your lines here and I guess most of the female readers can. I too had a special bonding with my father and still cherish it. Your words are simple yet they speak a lot. Thank you for a lovely poem!


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