Princess of the pumkins,
who slumbers with our image,
tucked away under her pillow,
like her own little secret.
Her eyes are twinkled,
sparkled with dream dust,
her golden hair tied,
braiding together adventures.
She waits to inpire smiles,
in waves on the morrow.
The dandly day dreamer,
who swells hearts.
She is braver than most,
forever my darling,
forever my doll face,
forever my baby.