|Chubby fingers and teensy toes.|
Angelic eyes above a turned up nose.
|No words you speak....no songs you sing;|
Yet perfect joy, to me, you bring.
|Oceans of salt and grains of sand.|
Become treasure in your little hand.
|Your wonder is not lost on me;|
Never-ending innocence, like the waves of the sea.
|Funny faces and a playful whim;|
The world to you is a jungle gym.
|A mischievous grin...Seldom shedding a tear;|
Each moment a play ground,
You know no fear!
|You right my wrongs in so many ways;|
Now Thanksgiving is a
gift that comes every day!