Hayley Madison Poem by Lynn Trudel

She is but seven years old with sun kissed hair mixed with shades of light brown. A heart shaped face and a slight slant to her velvet brown eyes gives her an enchanting look. One may think she is a silhouette for a character in a fairy story consisting of a little princess in a faraway land.

High up on a hill rest her castle; below the enchanted forest is where the unicorns play. She has a tender heart for creatures big or small with compassion way beyond her years that shows in her smile. She sits upon her pillowed floor with pen in hand she writes, her thoughts and dreams on paper bound, by golden rings that glimmer in the sunlight.

She is just but seven years old and has many friends that write her. Some friends are young and some friends are old, delightfully exchanging letters. I have watched her read her letters sent from near and far beyond and I have seen within her eyes a gleam that grows measureless in time.

She is just but seven years old, so young a writer be, will fill her book within each page to show the writings of one, who is just seven and what the eyes of this child did see. Her name like music fills the air, and her laughter can be heard in valleys low, on mountain tops, and swirling ocean waves that wash the sand. From one so small is pure delight; she fills my heart with joy. She is my darling granddaughter her name be Hayley Madison, Aye; my little wee one so full of love.