Grow Up

My Barbie dolls are growing old. My first bike is growing rusty. My little shoes now pinch my toes and carry big boxes with ease. I can reach the cupboards, and I've learnt how to blow my nose. I read long books by myself, and can count by twelve. I walk to the bus alone now, Without holding hands. I eat all my vegtables without being told, And I've learned how to spell 'hundred'. My legs may reach farther, and I may walk longer, but I will always stay close. I will always be your little girl. Always need you. You will always be my family. My mother, my father. Always.