Drops of yore
trickle and seep.
A decade and a seven
hums
damp and deep.
When misty canopy
slept in leap,
a sunshine arose,
then yawned and peeped.
Fearless lashes
batted and heaved.
Dollops of love
with a pinch of peeve.
Years rolled by...
Baby shoes untied.
Lilac boots
now pronounce your stride.
Hair askew
then sat in wedge.
Jet black in hue,
now blunt in edge.
Finger that held yours in mine,
now wags at mum
when red in mime.
My lazy noons -
languid and sore,
dipped in dimples -
your tales galore.
Candid tattle,
unbridled smile,
laughters in rattle,
now away, a mile.
An angel in garb -
your pranks and winks -
I miss them all
in whole and chinks.
At the break of dawn,
I raise a toast
served with bliss
and crisp of roast.
At the break of dawn,
I chant a psalm
to shield you safe
in gale and harm.
Priceless a sis
my days alight.
This day I wish
aglow so bright!
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