I know a little girl

Who looks right up at me

As if I’m the most wondrous thing

Her clear blue eyes could see

Perhaps the light they shine

Has come from that in mine

Love glowing in reflection

And growing all the time

I know a little girl

Who spins – a snowflake – ‘round

My twirling ballerina

Sailing skirts above the ground

The flash of shocking pink

On hands with nails so small

(The brush could barely find them)

But it makes her stand so tall

Stepping into Mommy’s shoes

And clicking up and down

She’s decked out in my bangles

Going out to paint the town

Her eyes of cloudless blue

Rise from beneath the longest lashes

Her hair is streaked with sunshine

Speckled gold in splashes

And in the dawn of morrow

She’ll tip-toe through our door

Snuggling up in bed with us

No longer three – but four!!!!