My Hannah
By willowsight
My little Hannah with eyes like a crystal lake and hair like glimmering gold, My flower child baby that never intends to grow old. A mouth made for talking and a book always in her hands, writing in her journal of faraway lands. She's only eight but acts like she's thirty, she's always willing to clean up when things get dirty. She's the one that takes care of me if ever i'm not feeling good, I'm so proud that I have her and I don't thank her enough like I should. The treasures inside her full of sunshine and love, Imagination and wonder is what she has a lot of. I know that her future will be very bright and a great writer she'll be, I wanted her to know that I love her and this poems from me. WillowThis is about my oldest and I want her to know that I love her and that I appreciate how she always helps me around the house, and her little sisters. I also think someday she'll be a famous writer, but whatever she is I love her very much. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 10:41 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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