A Poem for my Oldest

I’ll start with her hair,

Golden like the sun.

With a bit of a wave,

All tousled and fun.

Her nose is lightly kissed

With freckles, so sweet.

And her smile can surely

Melt your heart in a beat.

Her laugh is just like

A little bell ringing.

And I’m taken away

Each time that she’s singing.

Her clothes are full of glitter,

And match, they never do.

She has her own sense

Of fashion, it’s true.

She loves to dance

And write me love letters.

And she believes that sparkles

make everything better.

She is smart and sassy

And pretty and kind.

I feel pretty lucky

to call this kid mine.

 

 

 

 

 

Mommy loves you, Reagan!