- Photo: Pinterest
She giggles at the slightest silly
She grins at mirrors
Smiles through windows
Makes a dozen strangers’ day.
She beams at dogs, at books
A toy, a leaf, a pigeon
The world itself at play.
She chuckles at her own reflection
Adores someone’s freckles, wrinkles, shoes.
She rejoices in a pigtail, a polka-dot ribbon
Celebrates a doll, a braid, a tube of sparkling glue.
She chortles with abandon at a joke
“Again, again!”
She finds joy in the smallest moments
Her laughter paints bright happy into
Even the most mundane.
For The Daily Post
Is this she love?
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You mean the photo? The photo is from Pinterest but captures the essence of the child in the post. 🙂
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No, I mean the she in you poem you speak of. I change she to love and reread to poem. Try it.
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How fun! I love it!
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