(above: my gorgeous niece)My youngest one, is just two and a half,
A precious little child and I love her so,
However, she is stubborn and persistent,
Her favorite word, it seems is, “No!”
She’s full of energy and confidence,
She often thinks she owns the world,
Trouble and mischief up her sleeve,
She’s one of a kind, my little girl.
If I turn around for just a minute
She runs all over and makes a wreck.
But when I bend low she reaches up,
And wraps her arms around my neck.
She whispers, “I love you, Mommy”
And caresses me with her tiny hands.
My patience grows beyond its limit,
For within her hug, my heart expands.
Written December 2006 -Dedicated to my beautiful nieces and all my students (especially my Toddler class in Sarasota)
1 comment:
:)
Like all the rest, I'm smiling when I read your poems (except the sad one about Mumbai)
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