She is a flower in delicacy, and radiance
When she smiles she reflects the true essence of light
She is the reason for the sun to glide across the midday sky
Her laughter, is more soulful than the sound of jazz
More enticing than Yusef Lateef’s or Dexter Gordon’s saxophones
Are her careless cries when she demands a little bit of attention
LLM Mbatha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-baby-girl-mine/
