No Better Gift
No better gift have I from heaven
than a grandchild, now turn'd seven.
of east and west a wondrous blend
she took the best that these could lend:
from Eden's banks her nutmeg hue
her amber eyes from northern dew
and add to this yet greater pleasure,
a dash of Irish for good measure.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2019
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