You are the baby sister.
Which means you weren’t born first.
But you are much more precious
Than the most valuable thing on Earth.
A heart so full of molten love
That bubbles out over the brim,
A cauldron as deep as the ocean.
But too strong to be chained within.
As beautiful as your mother.
Her face is reborn in you.
It’s seen now in your laughter,
And everything else you do.
There are too many reasons to mention
Why This world is a better place.
Because you came to share with us
That smile on your gorgeous face!
Born on a bright late summer day
As a diamond among perfect pearls.
A sensuous woman one day to become,
But then a beautiful baby girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem