Oh, Jayla.
When I drew your hair,
I swear it was a whole affair.
Because those tiny curls,
Became as precious as pearls,
And I had to get every single one,
Or the portrait would become undone.
You view the world through glasses,
And I don’t just mean physically.
You see roses among weeds
And individuals among masses.
Oh, Jayla,
You see authenticity among the mimicry.
You see trees among the seeds.
You view the world as full of potential,
And your actions are evidential.
But it’s your smile
That lights up a room,
That blossoms like a spring bloom,
That makes the day worthwhile,
That allows troubles to fall away
When your smile is on display.
Oh, Jayla
