Monday, 26 August 2013

Olivia
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,
And laugh.

You’re mummy’s precious angel,
And daddy’s little girl.
You are our princess
And our whole World.