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.