Monday, 26 August 2013
By Grace O’Reilly
With your seven teeth we call you ‘Jaws’
You are already crawling.
In seven months, you’ve grown so much,
It nearly sets me bawling.
Seems like yesterday that you were born,
You’re growing up so fast.
You’ve a mop of hair and babbling away,
And time just seems to pass.
You love your food, and your sleep,
And love to splash and shout.
In the bath you love to play around,
You’re mummy’s precious angel,
And daddy’s little girl.
You are our princess
And our whole World.