My Little Girl Poem by L.J. Miller

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