sunshine and flowers
white puffy clouds and the silver gray ones too
all bursting with rain
acute as a razor
she's small
but she's mighty
her wit more astute
than other four year olds i know
and she won't mince her words
a fine and powerful woman
in the making
and i'm glad to have met her
and she's my sweet and sassy
little bundle of cute!
© september 2007
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