She wakes up before time
And counts her fingers
Ready to go
Exists through all doors,
Joy is what she earns.
Her colleague's comfort
As they play and associate.
Late evening's
My ears set to her stories
says more than she knows
little heart of inquisitiveness
She annoys and makes you smile
In my hands she slumbers
Keeps no memory of the past
Bright and beautiful
young with courage
I dream to see her grow each day
My own in separate liking
a champion for tomorrow
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
She wakes up before time
And counts her fingers
Ready to go
Exists through all doors,
Joy is what she earns.
Her colleague's comfort
As they play and associate.
Late evening's
My ears set to her stories
says more than she knows
little heart of inquisitiveness
She annoys and makes you smile
In my hands she slumbers
Keeps no memory of the past
Bright and beautiful
young with courage
I dream to see her grow each day
My own in separate liking
a champion for tomorrow
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