Mystical Offspring

Often, in a family,
The youngest girl
Is the prettiest;
She’s born
With stars in her eyes
That sparkle
Like an autumn night,
Her will and mind
Are independent
And untamable,
She’s wild like a rodeo ride
But her smile
Is angelic and mild.

Her older sisters marry first
And then continue to adore
Their beautiful sibling
With her heart to protect,
She’s the mystical offspring
That the family cherishes
Like priceless treasure.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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