Clara

The ever generous Maker gave us
a beautiful sunny day; Sunday.

But the fisherman's boat Had hit the shoal,
And rain drops fell off the pane.
Who was in pain?

The echoes of a beautiful cry
Could be head outside the magnificent
But dilapidated structure.
It was the advent
Of one of the Maker's
Most priced creations; Clara

Just a little child she is,
But fills my heart with overwhelming delight
And pastes a smile on my visage
With every epithet she spews
Coupled with her
Beauty and innocent virtues -
She is perfect.

She is perfect,
How I wish she would be the same forever.