Child of Joy

A poem dedicated to a tiny little lady. This is for Hannah.

Her eyes sparkle in delight,
big and blue, they fill with wonder
at the simplest sound or sight,
be it lentils, cows or thunder.

Sometimes shy but often brave,
Hannah charms the toughest heart;
a giggle and a tiny wave,
a fairy kiss when you depart.

Not yet two whole years of age,
she serves you “dinner”, “cups of tea”;
helpful, like the smallest page,
to then go on a dancing spree.

Hannah is a ray of light
on a cloudy winter day;
caring, gentle and so bright,
it's a joy to watch her play.