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Your Little Girl Self I’ll miss someday your artwork on walls, and even your clumsy two year old falls. I’ll miss our cuddles and your tender hugs, and even the fact that you like to hold bugs. I’ll miss your bright, infectious giggle, and even the way you constantly wriggle. I’ll miss how you mother your dollies with care, and even how sometimes you don’t want to share. I’ll miss watching you sleep at night, and even the times when slumber you fight. And even your pictures displayed on my shelf won’t keep me from missing your ‘little- girl self’. |
Additional Notes:
Dedicated to my daughter Breanna.
Special acknowledgement given to Brenda Tate
whose comments about missing her own childs
"little girl self" got stuck in my head begging to
become part of a poem.
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