Now I am Grandma.
Starting into my sixty-first year,
I am still my Mama's child.
These pieces of simple life
Cornhusk dolls
One a bride in green,
One an angel in blue,
One a girl wearing a dress with puffed sleeves
Speak to my little girl inside
That I will never be too old
Never need give up play and joy,
Will always be Daddy's girl.
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