In the morning light, their laughter rings,
Sweet nieces, joy that each day brings,
With eyes so bright, pure and true,
They paint the world in colors new.

Through gardens green and skies so blue,
Their little hands hold ours, anew,
Innocence in every glance,
In their presence, hearts dance.

Stories told with gleeful cheer,
Memories made, year by year,
Treasures of our family tree,
Their love, a boundless, endless sea.

As time moves on, they grow and learn,
Yet in our hearts, their flames still burn,
Precious nieces, gifts divine,
With them, life’s moments intertwine.