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…Isabelle…And she lays there oh so sleepy, Oblivious to all around, Gently sleeping away… Not making any sound. She has cheeks so soft and rosy, And a smile to lift a heart high, A cheeky grin, whose every love she'll win, With the twinkles in her eye! And she lays there oh so sleepy, All snugged up on the bed, Not a sound to be heard, no need to be scared, And she gently rests her sleepy head. A sweet baby child is she, A gift sent from God above, Into a truly loving family- Who's dedicated to giving her love! She has cheeks so soft and rosy, And as gentle as the dew drop that falls, And when she stirs, so gentle is she, Her mummy she will call… And her mummy and daddy love her, And her sister and brother too, And everyone in her life! Oh but we love her, yes we do! And as she gently lays there sleeping, This nanny sits and looks upon that face, Of the beautiful baby child, Who is filled with loving grace! My granddaughter; Isabelle! Age 8 weeks 2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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