Ain’t SHE a Beauty?

amee Poems

She was born to my mom, with tiny fingers and hands two Little hairy, big eyes, lashes pretty and **** I saw her through glass doors and window panes Wanted to touch her, hold her, squeeze her like an insane She kicked her legs quick, crawled, the toddler was wise Innocence blinked from her beautiful eyes Raw words blurted out of her mouth "Deedee, Deedee", louder her shout Carry her around in my arms everywhere Tell her a short story, round bed we’d share Made her do all the naughty things Break some rules, climb up the grills I played music of an odd band She tapped her feet, and clapped her hands Adorable dress I’d make her wear Barbie doll, so pretty and stare Seven pony tails, for fun I tied Few small fights over which we cried Hot chocolate every night we share Never knew so much you would care Don’t ever stop dancing my little Sis Swing along the wind, pace brisk I’ll be here if you need to fall back Hold your hand tight and never slack You’re my best friend, you’re my soul Two of us make best of all In you a little I live Luck knew what it had to give Seeds we sow, little plants we grow Always know, I love you so