To Rochelle (#4)

 

She's eleven today

All arms and legs,

Ponytails still in her hair.

Still, she has

So many childish ways.

 

She's eleven today.

Merely a child

Just another year older?

Just a child?

Oh my friend, nay!

 

I saw her the other day

Gazing through the mirror

Tying back her hair

Tossing her head

With just the right sway.

 

And just the other day

She asked to use my lipstick

And try my perfume.

But this time I knew

It wasn't for play.

 

She may be eleven today

With cuteness changing to charm,

I'll love to watch her grow,

But in my heart

A baby is what she'll stay.

 

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                         

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