Little Raya...
She's only six
In months,
Not even a year old.
And yet, she's won
All of our hearts,
All of our love
She's more precious than gold.
I see her once a week
Maybe twice and when,
I'm leaving her house
Somehow I feel
She's sad.
And I go home
Wanting more,
More glimpses,
More of her slobbery kisses
I feel bad.
That's how strong
Attachments are
For even this baby
Can make me feel
For her.
Our family increases
With each member
And even the
Youngest of us can
Be a teacher.
