Brunette today and Daddies girl, Sam
sees himself reflected in a dimpled
countenance he dimly knew from youth
he didn’t spend in penury. And gladly
too as Lyra would attest. While Kate
awaits the curly-locks and reddened
hair that surely will ensue in time
with complimentary temperament.
The praise is vast and due I must
suspect to genes recessed; who’d
have thought these two alone (and
lost without a map) could thus
produce an angel so
complex and cute!
© 3 May 2008, I. D. Carswell
The occasion is daughter Lyra's naming day - so
I couldn't let the opportunity slip by!
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