Two little girls in trailing dresses,
Hair coiled back in lustrous tresses,
Spike heels clicking down the walk,
Are busdy making "grown-up" talk.
With flowered hats and smiling faces,
They flaunt their girlish charms and graces,
Wondering eyes light up and shine,
In make-believe, they dance and dine.
Tired from their play, two little misses
Come to me for good-night kisses,
Cuddle up within my arms,
And woo me with their girlish charms.
Where did you find such a sweet poem? It's lovely. I'm glad you're feeling better!! It's nice to have you back!
ReplyDeleteVery sweet poem and picture too!!
ReplyDeleteMica