My Little One Poem by florence owu

Her eyes so pure and white
Like the snow that falls on the site
Oh! poor little mite
So innocent in her plight
The sight of her brings light
Whenever she holds me so tight
Some treat her with spite
Please love her, it's her right
She wants everything at sight
She cries with all her might
At times she puts up a fight
Just to have a little bite
Then to bed she goes at night
Can't wait to see you when the day is bright.