The Prettiest Nose

The prettiest nose that I seldom can see
Belongs to my daughter the bookworm. Why, she
Displays such a passion for text, it's ferocious!
And, coupled with talent that makes her precocious,
She often surprises her fam'ly and teachers
With antics expected of much older creatures.

She pointed to letters before she could crawl,
And stared at all sinage. But that isn't all.
She later read words on my shirt! It's much worse;
She did it before she could even converse!
And if I expected her quiet in bed,
I knew she required a book. And she "read."

But quotes were turned fast into sound exclamation
When, still at just three, we received revelation!
We gave her a book that her brother, at five,
Refused to attempt. So she read! Sakes alive!
She knew she could do it. She wasn't surprised.
She smiled as she flipped through the pages. So wise!

From there, it was Magic! The School Bus, that is.
She loved reading stories that featured The Friz!
The Magic continued; the Tree House was next.
She solved all the mysteries and left us perplexed!
Her choice of good reading materials grew;
The Lemony Snicket books practically flew!

She read the aquarium book front to back.
The Wind in the Willows soon came off the rack.
She reads books so fast, I can hardly keep up!
But ask her a question, this six-year-old pup,
And the answer will rest on her mood at the time.
It might not make sense. It might be a rhyme.

Her mind flies as fast as her eyes know to read.
To keep her thoughts grounded will just not succeed.
But she knows who she is, and she knows where she fits;
It's us all around at the end of our wits!
But it's worth the confusion I feel, I suppose,
To catch a quick glimpse of that prettiest nose!

-Anonymous