In a quiet room with gentle light, A game of words takes flight tonight. Her parents gone, the house is still, Yet joy we find in spelling's thrill. Letters dance upon the board, In every turn, new dreams are scored. A scrabble gift for future kin, Where laughter, bonds, and fun begin. Each word a bridge, a tale, a spark, To light the night and warm the dark. Though her world's a bit unfurled, We'll build our own in letters' world.