Playing grown-up in Momma's dresses
Your hair piled high in golden tresses
High heel shoes upon your feet
Into the mirror you smile so sweet

Upon your head a hat does sit
You don't mind that it doesn't fit
You hold your dress out, and dip low
Your face lights up with a blushing glow

A pretty posy in your hand
In your mind you're making big plans
Your eyes do twinkle, and they shine
As you play, you're on cloud nine

Who will you invite to tea
Or a wedding, there may be
Plans flit across your mind
As you dance around unrefined

I stands at the door
Watching this child that I adore
I call her to my waiting arms
To share with her in her sweet charms

Melva
2005 July 7

Scripture From:

1 Corinthians 13

And now these three remain:
Faith, Hope and Love.
But the greatest of these is
Love.