Little faery dancer
Skipping down the hill,
Carefree little vagabond,
You are never still.
Sneakers I have bought you
So you may be shod
Yet everywhere I find a trace
Of where bare feet have trod.
Dresses I have given you
In bright and cleanly hue
But since you learned to climb a tree
You've ruined quite a few.
You leave your dollies on the shelf
And scorn your dainty things
To chase an insect crawling by
Or one that flies on wings.
Lovingly I wash your face -
Admire your tender skin,
But when you come inside from play
I hate to let you in!
Two grubby hands that pat my face
A berry-stained mouth to kiss
Two wiry arms around my neck -
I'd trade the world for this.
Pls read poem - "Tomboy"?
Disclaimer: I 'know' almost nothing about poetry.
I smiled all the way through this, remembering a granddaughter.
Thank you.
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