The exuberance of your youth
Clings to your every move,
The giggles you freely share
Defeats the silence in the air.
One look at your budding form
Tells the world a woman is born.
Woman or child, the choice you face,
Will you grow or go out and play.
In your heart neither choice is wrong,
You are free to sing either song.
Hold this moment now in your life;
Be still a child – dream of the wife
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The first thing I wanted to do on the day that I turned forty-three, was to say that I was fifty-seven and watch your eyes roll to the heavens, and listen as you boldly proclaim “My, don’t you look good for your age.” © All Rights Reserved
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