And Now You Are Ten...

Justina

Twisting and turning,
Like a butterfly twirling,
You gracefully slide
With the breeze in your eyes.
You skate through the sky,
It's like you can fly!

Everybody glances 
As your silhuette dances
Through slippery lanes,
So happy and gay,
While freely you wave
Your frothy brown mane!

Jasmine

Sweet smell of summer night.
Soft blend of blooming light.
Both clad in gowns of white,
Brides enchant their patient grooms,
With velvety crowns of palest bloooms
Wrought in silky beams
Of creamy moons.

One of my favourite painting by my Granny,
Sicily Emily Owen