Lulabell
She's a wonder in her snowflake pj's
sitting cross-legged in the chair
the scent of apple shampoo from her shower in her hair
She greets me in the morning
when the sunshine wakes her eyes
and we snuggle under covers telling all our dreams that night
She says she dreams about me
and her daddy and a bear
she spins a million stories floating up into the air
She writes me perfect poetry
at almost three years old
of craters in the moon which have fallen in the snow
I marvel everyday at this gift from God above
This child to see the world through
to laugh with and to love.
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