Auntie, once again bemused,
Admires her wee
niece who’s enthused
By wonderful
and pretty things
And won’t set
out without her wings!
Round Mum’s apron
strings she goes
As toddlerhood
draws to a close …
Our Boadicea wields
some clout
And loves authority
to flout!
Allowed for now
to dance in pink
She’s unaware
she’s on the brink
Of a world
where rules apply
And fairy wings
must be put by!
In this new
stage, school will be key
And uniforms
may have to be
Worn so pupils
look the same;
Methinks this
rebel will complain!
No angel,
Isabella tries
To be the
centre of all eyes
This sense of
style, in one so young:
A certain sign
of life to come!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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