I recall her wide-eyed wonder
spying wions at the zoo;
and how she made her boobots beep
when playtime wockets flew.
I loved requests for favorite foods,
And how she waited for the wash
to get her geen dwess ready.
In summertime, I watched her chase
the fire fires on our lawn,
And framed the picture
of the smiling lellow sun she’d drawn.
But soon enough my little girl
began to speak more clearly,
and that’s when I began to miss
her mispronouncements dearly.
©2010 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz