I once met a newborn child.
she called herself "Wonder-Love"
her hair was orange as pumpkins
and her skin as light as doves.
Her face was round and kind
her eyes were wide and saw
every aspect that her mind
with Wonder she saw it all.
I once met a newborn child
She called herself "Princess"
her elegance and grace complied
made all the Disney ones reflect.
Her eyes were wide and pretty
and her arms were open for embrace
I love that little princess
A niece is never too great.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
I once met a newborn child.
she called herself "Wonder-Love"
her hair was orange as pumpkins
and her skin as light as doves.
Her face was round and kind
her eyes were wide and saw
every aspect that her mind
with Wonder she saw it all.
I once met a newborn child
She called herself "Princess"
her elegance and grace complied
made all the Disney ones reflect.
Her eyes were wide and pretty
and her arms were open for embrace
I love that little princess
A niece is never too great.
This poem is meant to go out to my niece, a beacon of beauty and hope in these dark and confusing times we find ourselves in.