13

13 today.
How time has flown.
My greatest pride: to see you grown.
No longer a child, but to me, still so young.
Yet it seems that now your teens have begun!
There’s less talk of dolls and fairies and toys, and for me far too much of parties and boys.
Of make-up and hair and who-fancies-who.
Our little Girl no more; a young woman through and through. Continue reading “13”