Mylo
All
dimples and cheeks,
And
smiles and blue eyes,
With
your soft blond hair,
That
halos your face.
Your
little play truck,
That
whistles and chimes,
As
you crawl with your plates,
Rubbing
the ground.
One
year has passed,
A
toddler before me,
You’re
ready to walk,
But
not quite yet.
Your
birthday cake ready,
The
candle is lit,
A
big blow delivered,
It’s
time for a kiss.
Happy
birthday dear Mylo,
You’re
as sweet as your cake,
And
growing up,
At
an incredible pace.
Your
presence is calming,
Tender
and sweet,
Can’t
wait for a cuddle,
The
next time we meet.
By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga
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