My Sweet Little Niece Poem by Ramesh Shrestha

My Sweet Little Niece



I saw her today, drawing a flower,
Her sweet lil hands, moving with power.
Her watch in hand, sparkling with light,
Her heart was like a swift moving kite.

She is so naughty, she is so sweet,
Jumping in the garden, ignoring the heat.
She was running, like a deer,
Her hair flew with, moving air.

Her chattering in an endless manner,
Was sounding like, a moving steamer.
Her smile in a sweet little face,
Like a diamond, sparkling in space.

Birds that are singing in the style,
Makes her happy with a smile.
The dog that is, barking in hunger,
Makes her angry, like a thunder.

She came near me with ignorant face,
And shouted on me, with disgrace.
She asked me to tell a story,
Of the glory and the fairy.

I told her, the sweet short tale,
Of the fairy struck in gale.
She was so frightened, by the tale,
That she turned her, face to pale.

I told her, another story,
Of the cartoon, Tom and Jerry.
She listened with full attention,
And asked me lots of questions.

She is so little, she is so cute,
Like a little growing fruit.
She is so playful, she is so swift,
The sweetest person that I have met.... :)

Friday, July 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: kids
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My niece is 6 yrs old and she is sweet and naughty.
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