The girl turns one
she has won
all with her smile
she expresses in a style
mimics she everyone in a quick
coughs like the one with a wink
holds her hand as a phone
talks in her way in a run
her teeth have come out
one up and two down throughout
bites she all the time with a chew
perhaps the teeth gives her the feel.
The little girl is pleasant
cool, happy and innocent
likes to be quiet and alone
hates the noise and the drone
prefers light costumes of all
grumbles if dressed up heavily in all
has learnt to climb up and down
when stopped she looks at you with a frown
greets everyone with a wave and a sound
with that she goes back to her own bound
people like to carry and cajole her
she wishes to be to herself in a furl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You ve just described my niece. Thanks for sharing.