Friday, April 22, 2011

Wishes works

Belated today, I set out,
to commend dear little one,
She is one, I always tout,
She never ceases to stun.

A day to celebrate her birth,
Was bright and dawned pretty,
Was one of some lovely mirth,
Where we all sang her a ditty.

With love, she envelopes us,
With joy, she fills us with,
Handling every day with finesse,
The day, birthday, was her eighth.

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