A Wish

Why did you, mom, celebrate;

The day I was born?

That date couldn’t be great;

When many hearts were torn!

I was called a storm;

Society wished for rain.

I wasn’t treated like a worm;

Still I gave much pain!

Everyone was filled with zeal,

But I turned out to be a stuff,

Whose smile couldn’t heal;

For I was thought duff!

Wish I was a baby boy,

Then won’t be looked as foe,

Would have given joy;

To those whom I nothing owe!