Cianna is my little Mema,
From her head to her toes;
She's short and stocky like me,
And her little face, it glows.

Simple things make her laugh,
She loves the sparkling snow;
She is such a happy child,
Who will she be when she grows?

She dances around and around,
Though with little grace;
But the happiness she shares,
Gives others a brand new pace.

She shows us the world,
In a bright and shiny wrap;
We forget about the sorrows,
She makes us want to clap.

Her smile shines like diamonds,
Her eyes sparkle like the snow;
I can't think of anyone,
I'd rather get to know.

Cianna is a gift from God,
For us who are growing old;
She reminds us of happy days,
And of stories never told.

I pray Cianna stays close to God,
And her faith will never waver;
But even if she stumbles one day,
She can come back to her Savior.

Cianna Angel
What an appropriate name;
Now that she brings us life,
The world will never be the same.


Sandra S. Oidtman -2016