Miss Isabella Snow
When I first saw you,
I said merci beaucoup.
Wonderment filled your eyes.
You calmed to my lullabies.
You have an affect,
Which I did not expect.
Your smile lights up a room,
Your laughter is the kaboom!
Your disposition,
Is ammunition,
For originality,
Individuality.
As I watch you grow,
Into a wondrous Snow,
Seek your light from above,
And soar like a mighty dove.
Copyright © Barbara Mcguire Fiore | Year Posted 2019
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