Kiera Leanne

This poem was written for my niece on her sixth birthday. Kiera was the first niece and grand-daughter in our family, and although I was only ten when she was born, she overwhelmed me all the same.

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We waited a long nine months for you my dear,
We counted as the days went by,
Until January eighteenth 1995,
When finally you did arrive.

You filled the world with joy,
You brightened our light,
You gave us warm and comfort,
On that cold wintery night.

You were the first in your generation,
And beautiful, that is true,
Causing hardly any trouble,
And weighing in at nine pound two.

Born with no troubles,
No hates or fears,
Lighting my face with a smile,
And shed my first happy tear.

Such an intelligent child,
So many have told,
Despite the fact of you being,
Just six years old.

No wisdom in those eyes,
No real knowledge of life in your mind,
Without a doubt baby,
You are one of a kind.

You are special and precious,
Yet so unaware,
How much you mean to us,
How much we care.

Be brave in life babe,
You can in you try,
Do not give up,
Do not cry.

We are your guidence,
Your helping hand,
Remember this my child,
We love you Kiera Leanne.

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Tara Bennett

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