In the gentle whispers of the dawn, Where innocence finds its voice, A niece with eyes like morning stars, Brings…
In the gentle cradle of the morning light, She smiles, a vision pure and bright, Her laughter like a melody,…
In the garden of life’s sweet embrace, Where laughter echoes, leaving a trace, Grandchildren gather, with eyes so bright, Turning…
In the garden of family, a special bloom, Little footsteps that light up the room, Niece of mine, with eyes…
In the gentle glow of morning’s light, Awakening dreams take silent flight. The world unfolds in colors bright, As innocence…
In a world painted with laughter, Where innocence danced in the breeze, We wandered through fields of wonder, Under skies…
In the garden of my heart, they bloom, Little joys wrapped in laughter, With eyes that hold the stars, And…
In the morning light, dreams take flight, Yet shadows grow tall, whispering calls, A childâs laughter echoes, then falls, Innocence…
In a world where time should dance, Dreams are stolen in a hurried glance. Childhood whispers fade away, As early…