The Fairest

I was fortunate to talk to my niece on the phone on Sunday. She is such a sweet and pretty girl. She's in kindergarten and when I asked how it was going she said that school is great! And she's already learned the alphabet! And she made a book about it but she can't find it! And when she does find it, I can have it.

She makes me smile.

I worry about her a lot because she lives far away from me and I don't see her often enough. I do know that she's in very capable and loving hands. I guess what I'm really worried about is that she'll forget me.

I came across this poem by Major Henry Livingston, Jr and adapted it to fit this little lady. It captures my hopes and dreams for my brother's precious child:

To her charming blue-eyed niece
Auntie Amy wishest peace!
Wishes roses over strow'd
O'er her sublunary road!

No rude winds around her howl,
O'er her head no tempests scowl;
No red lightnings flash around,
No loud thunders rock the ground!

Bright has been her morning sun,
Brighter still be that to come!
All a blue serene above,
Within, all innocence and love.