Hanna Bayla Lampshade
She put light upon my soul
I remember her
a twinkly little child “
when she was not very old
But then one day she
took the lampshade off her head
And became an older more responsible person
Instead.
But I think from time to time
When she is saying yes and not
No no no
The lampshade comes back on
and she is my sweet child once again