As long as it lasts.

A hand full of will.
Eyes lit up like stardust.
Smiles with glee.
Ambitions sky high.
And play,that is all I know.

Yes,I am your trouble,
Your Angel in diapers.
I sing what I please
Dance to my heart
And be happy for all that is.

My hands are too small to scribble wisdom
But good enough to smear cream.

I can dance to tunes without remorse
Glitter around wanting more.

I may not know to button or to fold
But your abundance of care,I can hold.

I may not know my numbers or abc’s
But knows that all good things come free.

I don’t need a reason to be happy,
But has a hundred reasons to cry
As if it’s the end of the world
Not when you are around.

My passion may deter as I grow
Dad,Hold me still so that I don’t sink below
And I know that you will
As I enjoy my ride as long as it lasts.