I still remember you babygirl

Your long, thin, blond hair.
Your little sweet smile,
That barely showed the crooked front teeth
Your lightblue eyes so curious,
Always looked for adventure.
Your pointy little nose,
Always smelled to flowers and nature.
Your small hands always picking them up.
Mommy wasn’t happy about her foxgloves lay on the ground.
Your sensitive ears with too good a hearing,
I can’t deny where you learned to cuss.
Mommy was mad at me for so long,
Though I thought it sometimes was funny.
I made up for it by learning you to say “duck” and “dit”.

You loved to draw and were very creative.
You had it from your mother.
I still have your drawings of butterflies.
The pink one is still taped on to the fridge.
It gives me a smile before I leave for work,
And when I get home too.
Our home feels empty without you,
That drawing makes me feel your spirit.
Though your’ still with us in our hearts,
It can’t fill the empty hole I feel in mine.
You could spent hours on your art,
Kept erasing and add to them.
The condition of a perfectionists.
You had it from daddy.
It could be provoking you,
But your hard work,
Seemed to satisfy you the most.

I remember you playing with your dolls,
Dressed as a princess with a tiara on the head.
You were so unhappy,
When you grew out of that dress.

I loved to comfort you
When you were happy,
You spread such joy.
The best we could do,
Was to make you laugh.
It was so cheerful.
But it’s okay,
I know Olaf is beside you.