This is about niece, called Poppy, she is nine months old.
Your soft blue eyes,
Your rosy red cheeks,
Your delicate cries,
And to think, you are mine.
Words can but describe you,
Your flawless features against mine,
Your beauty will never fade,
Your smile, will light up a room.
You are feebly stirring,
Without a care in the world,
Your eyes tightly shut,
Not a thought passes through.
Beyond your blue eyes,
And your rosy red cheeks,
Lies a once hidden flower,
Blooming at ones eye.
A flower so vibrant and red,
That the dawns late day,
Is over-shadowed by you,
You are the star in my sky,
You are the music in my ears,
And the shine to my eyes,
For you, you are my child,
The Poppy in my garden.
