In the garden of innocence, they run and play,
Laughter echoes through the golden day,
With eyes bright as stars in the night,
Their joy is a beacon, a guiding light.

Whispers of dreams in their tiny hands,
Building castles in the shimmering sands,
Their giggles are melodies sweet and pure,
In their presence, love feels secure.

Little artists with crayons so bold,
Creating worlds with stories untold,
In their eyes, I find my reflection,
Their love a beautiful, endless connection.

As the sun sets and the day ends,
I cherish these moments like precious gems,
For in their company, I’ve found my peace,
Blessed are the days with my beloved nieces.