Often, in a family,
The youngest girl
Is the prettiest;
She’s born
With stars in her eyes
That sparkle
Like an autumn night,
Her will and mind
Are independent
And untamable,
She’s wild like a rodeo ride
But her smile
Is angelic and mild.
Her older sisters marry first
And then continue to adore
Their beautiful sibling
With her heart to protect,
She’s the mystical offspring
That the family cherishes
Like priceless treasure.
What a lovely creation, and fine poem Well written and delivered, all the very best J.L
In calling the youngest beautiful I find the family bonding, an unconditional love towards the sibling and this affection also adds as a protection.......... **Abha**
...the family's youngest of the female gender, where all the conjugal aspirations of two clans' constellar midway ranges between both family lines, as it were, get focused on in a very beautiful way, that is but natural in the case of a beautiful girl.
the youngest girl is indeed the pretiest! a lovely poem. amongst my four children our second daughter, the youngest, is the pretiest and God took her to himself that she may watch over us. this is a striking poem that goes to the heart straightaway.gave it 10
Dearest Uriah. I've not seen one of yours for a while. What a treat to discover this one which shows your fine poetic craft and amazing rapport with words. Compassion penned with eloquence and heart. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Such a tender write. You have my applause for this one. Adler said that in birth-order, the last-born was the 'baby' of the family, more treasured than the rest. This is a wonderful poem. - Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm interesting, what happens if a newer child is born.