She’s the youngest of seven.

Like all the others,

She came from heaven.

Just like her big brothers,

She’ll show you her smile.

Even if you’ve only come a mile.

She doesn’t like to have her picture taken.

So, please, don’t try.

She’s not fakin’.

Please, don’t make her cry.

I never knew before,

That I should have wanted more.

When I saw the younger four, I knew.

Yet, those that actually have it are few.

They stood together.

If only forever.

Though it was fast,

I saw them at last.

It was but a moment in time.

And it was all mine.

Of course, they have parents too.

For all children do.

I saw him walking alone.

He’s the only dark one, you know.

Like his two oldest girls, he need not say a word.

Yet, you could not help but see the smile, O Lord.

They’re all more fair-haired, like their mother.

Whom talked to the crowd without a bother.

Inside, the oldest three, all boys, were waiting for dinner.

All nine of them sat at the table, not one a sinner.

Though they are from the Middle Of Nowhere,

They are in the Middle Of Everywhere.