NINA

NINA

Her will is strong, yet she’s a fragile soul,

Life has dealt her situations beyond her control,

It’s not fair for someone of such a young age,

Still she faces each day with a confident courage,

She’s a beautiful little person, curls and all,

She’ll get right back up with an unwavering resolve after a fall,

At times, tears may flow,

But she’ll never let you know,

She speaks with an inimitable determination,

And listen up or draw her fiery frustration,

She has an imagination so creative and bright,

She’ll be reading some stories amongst her pillow pets tonight,

Oh but she won’t just go to bed without a fight,

Only when her mom asks her for an apology is she somewhat contrite,

I’ve held back on becoming too attached,

But my walls are crumbling, for she’s a spitfire unmatched,

Every time she smiles at me I become a little less guarded,

For my heart has been broken once before and discarded,

But if you’ve ever seen her awkwardly enchanting smile,

You too would know why tearing down my wall is worthwhile,

I’m to the point of no return,

Without her charmingly transcendent personality, my heart would yearn,

She’s unique and incomparable, she’s refined yet wild,

She’s quite the character and an amazing child,

I love her spunk and spirit,

She’s got a grip on my heart and I must not fear it,

Without her things would never be the same,

So who is this that tugs at my heartstrings?

Nina (that’s Nine-uh) is her name.

-brad