Sunday, June 28, 2009

For My Niece


She never skips a beat
in her gentle plea
as I simply relent
to her restlessness,
to her allure.

She is the queen of hearts,
candy floss, dreamy clouds,
giggling each time a sweet
passes between gaping teeth.

She is a precocious artiste
of an innocent world, small
but all the same wondrous,
as she opens a little door
that leads to her angelic soul.

1 comment:

The Horny Bitch said...

Sounds like my nephew and niece to me... =)

Aw...