Poem about a small dot Anna

What's the first thing you think of when you think of a dot?

Everyone think of the black dot.

No, my dot is not that black dot.

My dot is my Anna.

Little blue,

with blue eyes.

A dotty,

like no other.

A small pit bull.

Big and little cheater.

Leader.

Strong and weak.

All this until now.

And she is only two years old.

Better say stubborn.😊

So small and so persistent.

And again a sweetie.

Little sweet princess.

And what about the dot?

My son called her a dot.

When we told him that there was someone in his mother's stomach,

he was too young to realize how someone is in his mother's stomach, and mom didn't eat it. 😀

That's how the poem about Anna was born.

Author: Musician

Thanks a lot for reading.

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