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!
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