My Little Girl

Kathleen Elizabeth Peaua on Nov 6, 2008

Tags: acceptance, child, daughter, Growing up, kathleen peaua, letting go, little girl, love, mother, poem, Poetry, resolve

I watch you grow.

My little girl I watch you grow,
your head barely visible above the blades of grass.
My little girl I watch you grow,
your hand holding your very own full drinking glass.
My little girl I watch you grow,
your knees scraped by your first fall off your bike.
My little girl I watch you grow,
your lips smacking as you attest to a flavor you like.
My little girl I watch you grow,
your ears are ringing with applause on graduation day.
My little girl you are all grown,
my heart aches yet rejoices as you find your own way.

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Debbie Mann on Nov 9, 2008
Another nice poem.
Patrisi Sheffler on Nov 15, 2008
I really enjoyed it as well as your other poems. You have a talent that spans from a timeless art form of word usage to a modern delivery. Your poetry truly speaks to many and anyone wishing to know they can find a kindred soul that can relate to their life and know they are not alone…I would encourage others to read your poetry so that the “feel” and strong messages and honest and raw beauty that shows the level of personal vulnerability you are willing to expose does not go unappreciated nor unnoticed.

Most Sincerely,
Patrisi Sheffler (Senior Editor, —- —-)

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