My love - my baby Abilene


My first poem to Abby

I’ll share it with you  

It’s way too simple

But you can smile with your dimple

Cause I was on a roll

The verse -first of many, from my list of goals 😊

 

 

 

To my love – my baby Abilene


 

My baby is sweet

My baby is cute

My baby is just too good

We can’t believe it’s true

 

She lights up our lives

With her really broad dimpled smile

You could call it a happy laugh

Or just joy brimming

Which makes it all worthwhile

:-)

 

Abby knows the difference

Of paper and plastic

But she needs to taste it first

Her grasp is far reaching

 

She’ll look & look

She’ll observe everything like mad

Then she goes berserk

And scatters and runs wild – oh my bad !

 

We don’t mind – minding her

She’s truly a bundle

You can hold & cuddle

She actually bursts like a bubble

 

Yvonne Fernandes

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