Great smiles she possesses,
Her sterling beauty lacks nothing,
Her heart is pure as gold and white as snow,
Her voice is strong enough to cure her mother's diseases,
For it moves mountains of her burden,
For she whispers sweet nothings and grant her mother's exhilarations,
Little one with valour and of virtue,
What more could her mother ask for?
For she extricate all her mother's burdens,
Little one! Little Angel,
A messenger from God,
To keep us very elated.
©31 August 2017 - South Africa