Naura, my grandniece (Draft)

I've a grandniece
Her name is Naura
She's bright
Like a sparkler in a moonless night.

She's moon-eyed
Looks at everything with inquisitiveness and wonder
She'd grow up to be a wonder girl
It's fun to see her toddle.

She babbles something
I don't understand her baby talk
Only her grandma or mom can tell what she wants
Sometimes she's shy -- sometimes headstrong.

All of us love her tantrums
I tell her tales of white tigers
She listens intently but obviously doesn't understand a thing
But I'm sure she's going to be a brave girl.