My tiny princess, tiny fingers and tiny toes,
Twitches and twirls, cogent forehead and expressive nose.
A crooked grin that distends in to an infectious beam,
You make us sing and frolic and segue in to day dream.
Eyes probe and answer, they seek and lure,
Purity glistens and all aches they cure.
Giggles and gaggles of debate,
You put to rest all the ideological prate.
My tiny princess, tiny fingers and tiny toes,
Bobbles and turns, joy is not elusive but a prose.
