From a height of four winters
With the whole world wonderful
Life has yet to give splinters
No bruises or broken bones
To cause distrust of people
Discords are musical tones
From her the words, “I love you.”
Come from the heart with no fear.
Take this gift for it is true;
Not to be taken lightly
From older ones you’ll not hear
The same words said so prettily.
J.E. McL jul1978
And now she has her own – where did the time go, the growing up, the living???? She is still my little girl.