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.
