My Baby Is Growing Up
Young and pretty
Sweet and bold.
When I look at her I feel old,
My baby is growing up.
She is brave.
Never too scared to try
and face her fears.
She has the courage of a lioness
For someone so young.
“Oh, where has the time gone.”
She is a style diva.
Knowing what goes with what
and what colors to choose.
Fashion a language
She clearly understands.
Sweet and bubbly.
She talks and talks
Of stories from school.
Her stories filled with laughter,
Filled with fun and most scary of all
Mostly about boys.
Oh where has the time gone.
My baby is growing up.
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