RELATIONSHIP Poem: My Marishka, by Kamilla Skakova

look in her toddler eyes full of glow,
They always want something to know.
Who those are and what this is,
She always makes up a new quiz.

And I’m never tired to respond,
That’s our niece and auntie bond.

Sometimes I wonder if it’ll go,
My little girl is going to grow.

I might leave for my studies,
Will she forget we were buddies?
How I told her bed time tales,
How built a sheet house with chairs?

Although, she can be annoying,
Staring at me and evilly growling,
For not being let to cut up my clothes,
Or scribble all over my school notes.

Nonetheless, each time I am babysitting,
There’ s nothing better that this feeling:
A sensation of her sparkling toddler shine,
My problems disappear, leaving no signs.

And I made a promise to future me,
That I’ll be that auntie – like a queen bee,
Once she gets older, maybe my age,
I will be on my wealthier life page.

I ‘ll Take her skating or to a book shop,
To zoo, concert, or a mountain’s top.
Doesn’t matter where we will be,
It’s about her having fun with me.

I will call her every day when I leave,
Especially, on the New Year’s Eve.
I will not be able to say goodbye,
I don’t want her to see me cry.

My dearest niece, I simply want to say,
When you were born, since that very day,
I knew that you will be my mini copy,
You like dancing, singing, telling stories.

Thank you for appearing in my life path,
And enriching it with your smile and laugh.