poem for Alexandra
on the eve of her nineth birthday.
Tall and slender, candid eyes of blue,
Amber-gold hair waves softly past your shoulders.
Your love of music shows in all you do, and your voice,
sing, is clear and true.
An infectious chuckle, a sense of fun -
Dressed up in old curtains,
Out in the sun.
You can be many things in your imagination;
"Look at me, I'm a Princess....a Trapeze Artiste....
My gentle, dreamy, loving girl,
You will never be lonely,
With a book for a pal.
I admire the way you are so protective of
Your sister and brother -
Like a little mother.
Dream on, my darling girl.
May all your dreams come true.