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
To my Darling  Grand Children , of whom love very much this is for you  Emily and Halia Grace Bagwell