She sits in a reflective mood
This little angel of our brood
My glasses perched on bridge of nose;
Perhaps an intellectual pose?
On her knees a notebook lies
She’s watched Auntie and she tries
To consider, pen in hand
The art of writing neatly scanned.
Sweet Isabella thinks it’s great
To play with words whose sounds relate;
An avid reader, she learns fast
Will she find rhyming a tough ask?
Believe it, or believe it not
She finds it fun to interlock
Jaunty words into a rhyme
At eight she does it, the first time!
Her theme? The family - that seems fair
A little ode to brother dear;
Though shaky, she has caught the spark
Which brings warm thrill to Auntie’s heart!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
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