There she is again
Just what is it about this
Nondescript girl
Aren't short skirts out now
And what's she done with her hair
She is so quirky
Placidly smiling
She has some tatts on her neck
Doc Martin's on feet
Where is my little girl
Who slept snuggled in my arms
When she was but two
they all grow up and search for their own style and way, but we miss that little girl who we held in our arms don't we?
ReplyDeleteThey grow up, that's the whole problem.No more 'our little girls' but adults in their own right.
ReplyDeleteHank
The girls have their own ideas and choice.
ReplyDeleteHow quickly times goes as we get older but when young every moment still seems vital and exciting - I may not change her clothes but might offer her a healthy snack as she's looking a little too slender...
ReplyDeletedreamy, she is by your side at your home.
ReplyDeleteWho'd have daughters? Actually, I would!
ReplyDeleteVery moving. Thought that myself.
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