Her curls down her hair falls,
Her face speaks of different emotions,
She jumps as though the heavens sent,
Her determination is as hard as the bricks,
To talk is what is difficult for her,
but, her spirit and giggles lifts others,
the things she does is immortal genius,
even better than the other kids her age,
she opens up my eyes,
mine, who is her aunt,
even if the words she speak is just babbles,
she gives me hope,
her presence is though happiness dropped,
she never complains or cry whenever she has classes,
I know she wants to speak,
I know she gets frustrated if we do not understand,
but, there is something in her mind I cant tell,
until today, I wonder what it is.
I thank god for her.
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