Little feet, charming smile <br />Taking a step, once in a while, <br />Sweetness such, it’s undefined; <br />Like bud or dew, or honey refined. <br />When she speaks, but are they words? <br />Seems like the song, of some faraway birds. <br />Sweet in innocence, innocence sweet, <br />It sweeps me away, from my feet. <br />Beacon of light, joy and delight, <br />The little angel, she’s a Mother’s pride.<br /><br />Shruti Goswami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-42/
