Deanne’s Diary: I was there

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All these little girls

Who finger painted at my house

And ate freezies

Are dressed up like princesses

In gowns that shimmer.

Next year they leave for school

To create a world of their own making

With all their beauty, all their wit

They will surely thrive

               

2 thoughts on “Deanne’s Diary: I was there”

  2. Beautiful! Strong emotions and memories are wrapped up in so warmly in such few words. Thriving princesses, indeed; tomorrow is theirs for the taking.

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