Hints of what is to be
Can be glimpsed occasionally
In an ever blooming smile or
A certain tilt of your golden head
Subtle changes sometimes to quick to see
Is surely taking the little girl
Away from me
Your spritely shape can now be seen
Laughing,running and frolicking
But someday soon i expect to see a face
Looking back at me…one to cover a magazine
So quick the change it gives me a start
Wanting to hold on to what is so
Cherished by my heart
I can only hope and pray
That when your the women
You’ve been growing into
You will remember that little girl
You just outgrew and continue
That loving bond that we
Started so long ago
To keep me warm in spirit as
My years come and go
And when my days draw to a close
And it is my time to join
God’s heavenly band
I hope that little girl will come to me
And gently, lovingly hold my hand
And ease me, comfort me, guide me home