Abby Poem by Taylor Hall

Abby
She runs around with a big Popsicle grin.
Asking her daddy to spin her again.
She is full of giggles and energy galore,
Shes just over three but not quite four.
Always happy and smiling and running around.
Until nap time comes then she won't make a sound.
She loves babies, 'and cooking'. She always sneaks up on me when I'm not looking.
Abby is the typical toddler,
I wouldn't trade her,
not even for a million dollars.