Peanut
In blue jeans and a sweatshirt,
tousled hair, a cheeky grin,
she whistles and the birds sing back,
she puts a load of laundry in.
A country girl with country manners,
"Thanks so much!" blesses her lips,
her daughter shares her airs and graces,
dancing now, mom sways, she dips.
Dressing up for Church on Sunday,
mom and Peanut looking fine,
mom's pleasant voice outsings the others
with mellifluence divine.
Skipping home from God's Communion,
licking ice cream cones they smile,
playing Hopscotch on the corner,
laughing, leaping all the while.
A six-year-old with imitations
of an adult's ways and means,
she's the Perfect Little Lady
sharing Mommy's hopes and dreams!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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