On Being the Mother of a Little Girl
A careful woman I ought to be-
a little lady follows me.
I do not dare go astray
for fear she herself will go the same way.
Not once can I escape her eyes:
Whatever she sees me do, she tries.
Like me she says she's going to be,
that little lady who follows me.
I must remember as I go
through summer sun and winter snow...
I'm molding for years to be
that little lady who follows me.
-Author unknown
Janet
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