Red cheek and darting eyes

Cute lips and fragile frame

Masked like an Eskimo

The hand we hold you with

Is blessed by your warmth

The eyes we see you with

Is filled with vision of a better sunrise

Ehimome – famed with father’s semblance

The first of the first

And pure exuberance

Your whispers through the night

Is the blessing of our home

Your smile each morning

And carefree punches to the sky

Is beyond anything money can buy

Baby Kimora! Our sugar plum and honey.

By Minstrel

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