It seems like just yesterday
my little girl was in ruffles and a bonnet,
then serious-faced with that long, long hair.
Our Lizzy was the observer.
She worshipped Lewis,
kept Jack out of more than his share
of trouble. She watched over Henry
like a mother hen.
She could beat me at checkers, fair and square.
Now I've given her away.
My little girl.
Take care of her, young man. Take good care.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
I'm going to miss this family I've invented from random photographs and scraps of my own family's history. I plan to work on giving them a more proper storyline. Or perhaps I'll just collect them into an e-book. Time will tell. It always does, it seems.
Buffy has the Poetry Friday roundup at Buffy's Blog.