How lovely you look
As the camera intrudes
On serious play
Captures an instant
Full of Victorian charm
“My dears” you call us
No need for pretense
You are who you seem to be
Childhood knows no bounds
Pretty ladies speak
Walk in unsteady slippers
Sure of who they are
Later they will doubt
As they shift from tot to teen
Trying new attire
Treasure the present
And wear many hats and gowns
Play is work enough
You soon will outgrow
The comfort of make-believe
Oh to keep you here!
1 comment:
So sweet and innocent, And then they grow up!!!
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