Sweet Sapling

The little girl in Mac Donald’s
hiding behind her father’s leg,
wore mischief as a summer mask
her eyes shining as a woman’s
engagement diamond does
when presented thus.
sure she stuck her tongue out,
once or twice.
I cannot help but smile to the
mercy of her, dressed in a darling
dress, white with small blue spots
cast about seemingly to match her mischief.
Little girl I will put you in a poem
given a week or two I did
this sweet seven year sapling, shoes
of white, naturally to match the dress,
a mother choice I bet.
Now she’s caught in a poem, tongue all out
well her mother warned about pulling faces
when the winds can change.

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