She spits cherry seeds at me
And tells me tales
She holds a Barbie
With plastic pig-tails
She has flowers in her hair
Her head in a whirl
She puts her hands in the air
As she twirls
She tells me she loves him
That this boy is a true lover
That he’s not like them
He’s forever
She has flowers in her hair again
The choir sings
That boy is now a man
And they exchange rings
She spits cherry seeds at me
And tells me tales
She holds a Barbie
With plastic pig-tales
This is a truly beautiful poem, one of the best I've read in a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really really sweet poem...reminds me of once my little girls...love the way you end the poem...in my heart, my little girls never seems to grow! A 10.