Once upon-a-time
There was a little girl who
Weighed forty pounds.
She was short for her age
and worried that her fate
Was to be the family pygmy.
She had postage-stamp sized hands
and in the evenings
When the family strolled,
All she could do
Was hold onto one finger of her
Daddy's left hand
or become a quarter-horse jockey
Riding on his shoulders.
If anything was misplaced,
Her eagle eyes found it.
When daddy or mommy worked in the yard,
She was there
Volunteering to help daddy
Mend the homestead.
Being sensible,
Her child logic was legendary,
and she earned a nickname
Known as Little Momma.
Then strange hormones flew in on a hurricane
Along with a boy-crazy virus.
Little Momma sprouted and vanished
Like Dr. Jekyll into a Ms Hyde,
Who left clothing littered everywhere,
and like a foreign exchange student,
Was seldom home.
The bedroom was neat no more.
Instead, it belonged on a moon
Orbiting Uranus.
After graduating from high school,
This stranger planned
To move to a university
Where the rent was cloudy
and others of her kind lived—
A form of blackmail for parents
Seeking tranquility.
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This was adorable! I was feeling very nostalgic and thinking of my six children growing into adults, but that last line had me rolling on the floor! "A form of blackmail for parents seeking tranquility" Ain't it the truth?
Mary
It's good to see you back; don't stay away so long next time.
John