My Little Girl

Soft and cuddly, warm and wanting,

Love sprouting with every smile;

Blue jeans, sweatshirts, Bobbie socks,

Clothes long out of style.

Kool-Aid mouth, chocolate face,

Dirt between the toes;

On top of all of this,

Is powder on the nose.

Bubble bath and Snoopy Soap,

Can wash away the grime;

But all of this and grown-up clothes,

Can’t wash away the time.

Cause even when they’ve grown,

And moved so far away;

Nothing can destroy,

The way they are today.

From scraped up face and skinned up knees,

To ballerina twirl;

No matter what age she is,

She’s still my little girl.