A first birthday poem
My niece Lily, she wiggles, a lot
And her face lights up when she giggles–that tot.
She’s learning to walk, in step not in crawl
Motivated to reach her soft baby doll
Or cuddle, with her pink blanket “lovie”
May the spirit dwell in her, much like a dovie
Bubbly and active, she’s down for the park
In part, I suspect, to hear the dogs bark
Or perhaps to ride on a swing through the trees
And eat a choice picnic of straight frozen peas
So let’s raise a toast, and with juice quench our thirst
Because today is Lily’s birthday…her first!
She’s growing quite fast, in stature and smile
And I’m auntie Chrissa, I love her a mile.