Girls Poems
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Posted by Denny on the Stampin & Scrappin Message board on November 19, 1998

(Myra Cohn Livingston)

When I put on my motherís clothes

It seems my age just grows and grows,

And people think Iím quite sedate

Instead of being only eight.

When I dress up and curl my hair

I think I could go anywhere,

And be a lady at a ball

And never tell my age at all.


A Mirror For My Daughter
(Enid Levinger Powell)

When you were born I said, "A girl

Like me." But your eyes and hair

And skin took all their shades

From your aunt and father; Your narrow

Wrists and throat Ė your great-grandmotherís.

I searched for years to find myself

In you Ė some quirk of mind, some

Gesture Ė none.

Finally I gave up and looked

Straight at you to discover

Who this person is who isnít

Me. And you looked back alight with love

And hope identical to my own.


My Daughter

All the dreams I prayed youíd be

Are all the things you are.

You were once my little girl

And now my shining star.

Wedding Wish for my Daughter

Beautiful child who lay in my arms

Was it only yesterday?

Diapers to pigtails, laughter and love

Sweeping the years away

Today your life will join as one

With the man you will love forever

And I know it is right...

for I've seen the joy

That the two of you share together

Time's come... you're a woman

I must say "goodbye"

Let me hold you and kiss your soft curls

On my face is a smile, but

There are tears in my heart

For you are still my little girl

The Little Girls

Are these the little girls I carried,

Are these my little ones at play:

I donít remember growing older,

When did they?

Wasnít it only yesterday

When they were small?

Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years

One season following another,

Laden with happiness and tears


My Daughter Grows Up

Life is fleeting, years rush past....

and little girls grow up so fast!

Let me take time out to be

glad that mine's still here with me.

And though I'm busy through the day,

let me take time out to play...

Let me take time out to smile,

to linger with her for a while...

To invite her under the table for tea

and dress up silly as can be.

Let me take time out to sing

and dance and skip

and twirl and swing...

To splash in puddles when it rains

and make her fancy daisy chains.

Let me take time out to hear

about the things that she holds dear.

Let me tuck her in at night,

hear her prayers, turn off the light.

And for one more moment let me pray

and thank God that we shared this day!