In the desert, when you were born,
You were so tiny,
I couldn’t even hear you moan.
I looked at you,
Not believing my eyes
‘Cause I’ve never held a baby of that size.
A tough preemie you were,
My determined and resilient girl.
A spirit with ultimate power
You bloomed into my Dahlia flower.
A lovely combination you are
Just like that burning star;
Hard and smooth as a golden pearl,
Your character enjoys any dare.
But also soft and filled with love
Your cuteness flutters up above.
I adore watching the sparkle in your eyes
As you ask, inquire, and analyze.
You also have that element of fun.
Sometimes playing a pun,
Other times crying out a giggle
And around you turn in a wiggle.
Books bring you joy,
Filled with stories you enjoy
‘Again’, you ask with delight
Ready to hear more every night.
I love how you care
Asking about your brothers’ welfare.
At the same time you boss them around
Stepping your foot firmly onto the ground.
I adore your determination
And I look at you with admiration.
You dance, laugh, and play
Cry, nag, tease and sway.
You chatter, talk, squeak and sing
And with all this you do bring,
Colorful emotions to my heart.
I so pray we would never part.
Your will to live and thrive,
Like that flower which has strived
Out of the perched dry sand
And blossoming proudly as you stand,
Is what makes me blessed, joyful
And forever and ever grateful!
Rania Hussant – September 2017
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