Thursday, October 6, 2011


She makes me feel so small
And question the value of being tall.
She’s so obliging to my every request;
Energetic condescension at its very best.
Thrilled to come, thrilled to stay,
I watch her running through the day.
She says the most outrageous things,
Curls bounce to every song she sings.
She’s such a poser, a tiny bulldozer—
A warning to those who try to enclose her.
She’s sorry she doesn’t fit in that cage.
It doesn’t suit her three year-old age.

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