Her laughter, music to ears
Makes one want to dance.
Her eyes, twinkling stars -
Full of mischief when impish;
Full of 'Do you know's,
Round as saucers,
As she tells me her new-found knowledge;
Filled with sadness
When chastised;
Her face, a bouquet of sunrays,
Bringing warmth and brilliance
To the lives she touches.
Sparkling with goodness,
Cherub that she is.
Not for long I know
As I hold on tight to these memories,
Souvenirs saved for my future.
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