A Poem on my baby niece.

It would be a catastrophe,
If her mother is not in the
Same room as her. Her
Shrill cries would wake
Everyone up. Her tiny hands
would fist the air
In hopes that it will bring
Her mother back to her.
The smile that adorns
her fragile and frivolous
Face is too priceless.
So much so that others
Around her can’t help but
Smile happily and bless
Her with the uttermost
Sincerely. She would giggle
pointlessly at others
, revelling in their
Happiness as it is contagious.

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