Blonde hair, blue eyes
A quiet smile that brightens even the darkest skies
One dare devil
One angel and friend
One pixie butterfly
All my daughters
One mother who sees herself in her own growing, darling girls
Looking at them begins to show
My very own memories
Seeing as if looking through my. Own window
I see myself
My rights
My wrongs
My ups
My downs
Look out
We’ve got some new girls in town
No longer babies anymore
My girls are growing big girls
Who are quickly becoming me
Soon, very soon, faster than I’d know they will transform into women before I’d know
My girls are growing up eyes
Before I would be aware
