Reflections of Morgan
She's wound up tighter than an eight day clock.
She likes to roll, and she likes to rock.
She loves playing with Barbie better than she likes to eat.
If you want her to perform, just take a seat!
There's a song in her heart from morning till night.
She'll belt out "Row Your Boat" with all of her might!
Her hair, long blonde locks, she tosses to and fro.
She has a face as round as the sun, and her eyes all aglow.
Her voice is sometimes as soft as a whisper in your ear.
With quiet and childlike phrases, so sweet and so dear.
Sometimes her voice is as loud as thunder!
Where does all that energy come from! I often pause to wonder!
She's as soft and delicate as the sweetest tropical flower.
Beneath all that, she's bubbling forth with such utter strength and power!
I see her standing before a mirror, in her mother's slip and floppy hat.
As pretty as a picture, I admired her as I sat.
She's holding a hairbrush, (as a microphone, don't you see?)
Through the mirror I looked at her, as she glanced back at me.
She cast a one sided smile in my direction.
I laughed softly to myself, filled with such affection.
Only time will tell us just what her future holds.
Her life will surely take many twists and turns and folds.
But for today, I'm sitting here enjoying what I see,
Just Morgan, her mirror, her microphone and me!
Copyright © Judy Yates | Year Posted 2005
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