A little Girl

A Little Girl There’s a little girl ‘most seven Who came to earth to make a heaven For the ones who’d pass her way To watch her in her fancy play . It takes so very little ,her childish Joy to give – A whole day thru of make believe, Some magic thing pretend , Just the way she’d like it to be , Games without end . There’d be tea parties ,all alone – Still every place is filled With Doris and Ruth and Betty Ann, And just any one who willed To sit with her in the magic chair , But really and truly no one is there . She’d put her babies all to bed With some terrible ache or pain , And have the doctor even declare He’d soon have them all well again . And with all the medicine he would give ,He is almost sure that they will live. She’d dress up in her mother’s things With skirt and shoes and hose, And make the cutest gestures , As she trips around on toes, Which reminds us that alas! Her baby days will soon be passed . May her really grown up days Just as happy be, As the fancied ones she spent Sitting upon your knee , With not a disappointment there To dim her sweet face with tear . Jan Bagwell God Bless !! This is for my Granddaughter Emily , and her Dad and Mother [ Scott and Elizabeth Bagwell]