Peanut

Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe


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 out sings 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!