The Doe-Eyed Girl Poem by Woru Sulyman

The first day at her village
I saw a house of mud and rafter
Her home of ringing laughter
It was her happy cottage

Then to live in town she came
To grow and live a dame
Such is her father's dream
To reach where he never deem

In a nurturing home she lives
Never knowing if they truly care
Tough love they seems to share
Who cares if she really thrives!

Uniformed, to school she went
Fury and anger on her they vent
Clearly written on the doe-eyed face
None could miss it on a hurried pace

But her growth they really want
Anger and fury their own tough way
Caring words though they never say
Tough love only they know to show

Will she ever see the path they tow
Who will tell this to the doe-eyed girl?