As I write today
It has indeed been a while,
What better to write about
Than the most gorgeous smile.
Sometimes cheery,
Sometimes whiny,
Sometimes chirpy,
Sometimes fiery.
Her priceless expressions
And her silky hair strands
She often holds my face
With her teeny weeny hands.
Happy and content in a world of her own,
She seldom makes a noise.
Surprised I often am,
By her maturity and poise.
Those beautiful eyes,
Do leave us beguiled.
Her stories and her imagination
Often run wild.
Sometimes Princess Elsa,
Sometimes Peppa Pig
Sometimes a cute kitty,
She does know her gig.
Her fondness for Pink
Is widely known.
Rose, Baby, Hot and Magenta
Your mind will be blown.
Her acts are adorable.
Today she turns three
It's a blessed day for us,
The youngest in our family tree.
