Isabella Hits Four!

From a little twinkle in Mum’s eye,

With Dad and Thomas standing by

Our little princess now grows tall

And can tell us: “I am Four!”

 

Post sixteen seasons, warm and cool,

Isabella, poised for school,

Leaves kindergarten for new spheres

Where all-day playtime disappears!

 

Adept at chat, she speaks her mind;

Mum, to all her faults not blind,

Finds her patience wearing thin

When Isabella tilts her chin…

 

One’s sense-of-self at four is bold;

It’s tough to do what one is told

But she must learn life has constraints

And not all teachers act like saints!

 

Bright colours seem to float her boat

All shades of pink will get her vote

She loves to dance on centre stage

Her future? Still too hard to gauge!

(c) Poet in the woods 2021

My Adorable Niece!