As I stare down at my little cub,

I can’t help but beam with pride.

My smart and sassy little bub,

Fills me with warmth inside.

Her knowledge of the letters,

She’s learning languages — two!

Nobody can do better,

Although I might be skewed.

Her big brown eyes are mirrors,

Reflecting shades of my own.

She’s saying words much clearer,

Now that she’s four years grown.

One day she’ll be a lioness,

Her own cubs to teach to spell.

But for now she is my princess,

And always my little girl.