My little flowerbud
you look like you’re fresh off the vine!
I’ve never seen cheeks so pudgy
a face so still and divine
when you wake will you kick your feet?
Perhaps you’ll be still in the comfort of your pink swaddling clothes
on your olive green bed
in a wooden bowl surrounded by florets of every kind
Look at the hair on your tiny round head
with a crown of beads
you are my royal princess for many years to come
until a day that you are out from our little kingdom on your own
I can’t wait to see you roam and hear you speak garbled gook
maybe with our imaginations combined we can play Peter Pan and Captain Hook!
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