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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