Dear little simple sprite, sweet little dimpled mite, Golden your tresses and fine, Eyes of the brightest blue, lashes of lightest hue, Lips that are treasures divine; Smiles which supremely glow with lights that seemly show, Cheeks like red roses you own, Manners alluring, grand; voice softly purring, and Prettiest features I've known. Long has a baby tot been my best "may-be" thought, One of the feminine kind, Heaven has sent me boys, the Lord has lent me joys Greater than most of men find; I'm not complaining, no, but love's remaining though For such a sweet little mite, You are the kind I own, I've had in mind alone, Dear little sweet dimpled sprite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |