Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

August 12, 2010

Birthday Girl.

A happy Flower is blooming,
In my little girl's heart..

Her eyes shine like marbles
She has a smile that won't go away.

Her brother is her follower
Her parents are her willing slaves.

She dances with every step
And swings her hair so.

She is full of things to do
Will it be a red balloon here or should it be blue?

 She is dying to put on her frock
All frills and flounces and bows.

When will the evening hurry-up and come?
Her Birthday needs a rousing welcome.


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