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Little Long-Legs

Little Long-Legs
         by Amy Swanson

Running to me

           with big hugs
                    and even bigger brown eyes

smile full of mischief

arms thrown around my neck

           --- almost choking me!--- 

"I love you Mommy!"

                         my little "Long-Legs"

how fast you have grown.

Almost as tall 
                as your short mama

*but then that wouldn't take much*

I smile

     remembering a time

                when my little Long-Legs

                               ... my long-legged girl...

had little bitty
                     short legs
                                    just learning how to toddle around the house
                                                           (falling over!)

crawling faster than I could walk

            running to keep up with her...!...

                           purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth

full of giggles

and smiles

with no idea how cruel this world can be;

pure innocence.

Pure contentment.

                       Oh how time flies.

She's nine next week

   birthday princess

toddler toys long gone;

she wants a bike

         so she can ride like the wind --

                       already the taste of freedom in her mouth

                                           already the feel of freedom in her spirit

another step...
       away from me.

        But she knows

          I will always

*and, somehow, forever*

  watch over my little girl
        even when she is no longer little.

She smiles at me

                  teeth slightly crooked

                                     hair brushed all by herself

and asks "Do you like my style?"

          already planning her fashion agenda

like every "big girl" does.

My almost-nine year old girl
  born on lucky clover day

       March 17th, 2000

the day she changed my life
             *my world*         
                      so grown up, so soon...

                                 and I know more is on the way.

What I don't know

         is how this mother's heart will fare

when one day she leaves.

You make my life complete

          sunshine girl

  full of tickles and giggles

I love you so, 
                     my little Long-Legs.

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  1. Date: 3/18/2009 9:39:00 AM
    A thoroughly gifted rapture of love. Love

  1. Date: 3/13/2009 8:23:00 AM
    This poem offers the reader such a gift of joy! But there is nostalgia, too, as we can only watch as small legs grow to "long legs." Your love for your daughter shines throughout this excellent work. Your daughter is lucky to have you! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 3/12/2009 5:47:00 AM
    what a wonderful write about your long legs... want a bike..nhuh?!? wish her my birthday wishes... alright!! she's a lovely girl.... all adventurous!! reminds me off ME... the fast crawling... so me... when i was a kid!! nicely written... she must be so proud of you... ~ Arany

  1. Date: 3/12/2009 12:37:00 AM
    Amy, I love the message, imagery and structure of this poem. Thank you for your comment of my recently featured poem. Randy

  1. Date: 3/11/2009 9:43:00 PM
    I can see the love in this little piece from mother to daughter,great job and thank you for shareing your feelings of unconditational love.

  1. Date: 3/11/2009 4:00:00 PM
    Hi my kindred friend. This is so precious and heart touching from beginning to end. A new fave of mine to put in my list. How fast they grow like the wind. Like the wind they leave. Can we hold on forever? I want too. They make our life complete, don't they? I must add this in with "little yellow socks" *^_^* When they both leave home you must come over for some chocolate to console us....OK? Love your crab friend with a big lions tail.

  1. Date: 3/11/2009 2:21:00 PM
    Oh how sweet. Wonderful write, Amy. You've got to be a proud Mother. She sounds adorable. HUGS! ~Belinda~

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  1. Date: 3/11/2009 10:47:00 AM
    I do hope you will save all these poems, so that some day when she's grown....she will know how much she was loved! So tender, so sweet. ~ love, Carrie