Stretching her tiny little hand,
She picks up cold wet sand.
I shake my head mouthing no,
She glares right back, as a foe.
Rolling my eyes, I turn back,
Knowing her anger is just a fake.
Then I hear her tagging along,
Walking behind, humming a song.
I smile at my adorable niece,
Her face reflects absolute peace.
A perfect replica of her mother,
Her voice is as sweet as sugar.
Night and Day she always chatters,
But who said it ever bothers.
I never get bored in her presence,
This li’l angel is my life's essence.
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