Kyara, A Joy To Behold

Kyara is in a stroller and 

Her grandma is in command. 

They're on a sidewalk, 

Going around the block. 

I'm on my lunch break, 

So a walk I undertake. 

Kyara sees me and smiles, 

Smiles and smiles. 

Kyara and I meet;

Kyara and I greet.

Her zest I borrow—

I forget my sorrow.

I'm happy for a while—

I love her warm smile.

She lights my day—

What more can I say? 

I return to work;

Nothing seems to irk 

Me anymore—

High I soar

And for all this, 

I thank a young miss:

Kyara, five years old,

Kyara, a joy to behold.