This poem was written about a little girl that I once knew. She’s now grown to be a fine young woman but I’m glad to report… though she’s a bit taller, a bit older, a bit more mature… she’s still the same in many of the ways that really count.
For Danielle
Hi, little flower growin’ in a pot.
I just gotta ask you…
What’s what?
Hi, little bird sittin’ in a tree.
Do me a favor…
Please sing for me.
Hi, tiny cricket crawlin’ on the ground.
I was just wonderin’…
Why do you make that sound?
Hi, summer breeze, blowin’ my hair.
You’re mussin’ it up…
But I don’t care.
Hi, sun shinin’ high in the sky.
You look so yummy…
Like a big lemon pie.
Hi Dad…. why you slammin’ the door?
Oh?! Sure, right away…
I’ll get to the chores.
I didn’t forget…
Really.
Stash