Dalia

Third child, so wild

Oh curls

She twirls

Her laugh is full of life

Mommy, hold me standing up

Pweez make me chocolate milk warm

Where's my binkie and my nay nay

Delicious crooked smile

Her big eyes beaming, brown and twinkly

Teeny tiny baby body

Ready to grow up

She screams, wildly squeals

Giggles and wiggles

She's jumping on my bed

Mommy hold me standing up

Mommy lay down with me!

My sweet holy en-cal baby

All ready to grow up

Magical princess

Exploding neshama in a teeny tiny girl

You light up my world

Mommy hold me standing up

Before it's too late.

Author's Note

experimenting with poetry again :)

Reviews

[MindyRuby]

The poem seems a little jumpy and off-balance, like it moves too fast and has to catch up with itself. I guess that matches the personality of this little girl, but I would love some constructive feedback.

[zainul]

Very lovely mom's fondling daughter.
She is really a Magical Princess.
I am very glad that you have Dalia to play and love and I have a wonderful poem.