My Own Little Lady

Her thick blond tresses And long lithe limbs Those bright red roses On creamy white skin Pure innocence is found In the blue beneath her lashes Not a care or concern has she Or thought of what the past is No weight on her heart And nothing heavy in her step The lightness in her life Is something to be saved and forever kept She’s the small girl that dances in my dreams Who smiles in fun and fancy She prances and skips and runs Giving me such a sweet sight to see. Little and light like a feather But much stronger than she seems Bringing joy to all around As she trips across the sunbeams. I see the little lady of my life And I’m looking quickly so as not to miss her For I love the ways, the laughs, the songs Of my own little dear sister.