My Little Girl

My little girl is growing fast
The dolls are put away,
I wish her youthful years could last
And little she could stay.

She's busy with her teenage years
And likes cheer-leading best,
It seems of life she has no fears
And keeps ahead the rest.

She's at the age when boys are "Hunks"
And "gross" replaced with "sick"..
Her "honors" almost fill a trunk
Her wit is sharp and quick.

I'm very proud that she is mine
I'd trade her for no other,
She's like a ray from God's sunshine
I'm so blessed to be her Mother!

~ author ~
Donna Lilly Marcus

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