Girls Will Be Girls Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Girls Will Be Girls
Smiling prettily in front of the mirror
Placing a crown of woven flowers
Among carefully combed curls
Attaining a posture that empowers
Walking into the freshness of the day
Hearing the song that free birds sing
Wearing a dress with ruffles and bows
Enjoying the marvels of a joyous spring
Returning home…passing a diamond
Enhanced with emerald green grass
Hanging her delicate frock in the closet
Putting on jeans and a T-shirt at last
A brimmed baseball cap firmly flattens
The girlish traces of feminine familiarity
With enthusiasm she bounds to the field
Soon the crack of the bat rings with clarity
5/13/08
Sounds just like me when I was a little girl.....thanks for the memory...: O)
Yes Theresa girls will be girls, reminds me of my own daughters, a lot! ! *10*! ! Best wishes! Great read! ! Friend Thad
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4/25/2024 5:46:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In front of the mirror! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.