My little girl who climbs the apple tree in a dress.

Is growing so tall, soon she will be walking right past.

How can I slow time and drink in each moment as she grows and she blooms into the woman I hope.

For now I enjoy those moments so few when she curls in my lap and says mama I love you.

I know not long from now she will be off with her life and in flight she will seem.

Moments like these where she’s curled on my lap I will treasure forever.

I see her struggle I see her try and hear her cry for my help I will fly.

I know not long she will be on her own and then I, the mama will recall the day my little girl jumped from the tree.

I hope she is wise, I hope she is strong I hope she is loved by one and all.


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