Little Girls

Down the lane
is a pretty little girl.
With her brunette curls,
green eyes, and bare feet
she plays amongst the roods
all along the river.
A little brown dog
her constant companion
pausing every so often
to bark at a frog
or sniff a flower.

She plays there often.
I see her from my
front porch swing.
Her hair shines in the sun
Her dog, comically, nipping
at her heels.
She brings a light to my life
that only I can know.
She looks like her mother
when she was young.
So sad that she'll never know
the daughter she loved so dearly.

I have this beautiful reminder
of the daughter I once knew.
As she plays, I remember
happier times.
I also think of the happy time
that are yet to come.
The memories we've yet to create.
The cookies to bake,
the scraped knees to kiss.
First kiss
First Prom
Her wedding day.

As a tear rolls down my cheek,
I notice the sky getting darker.
I call her in to wash for supper.
As she runs across the grass,
brown puppy in tow,
I am reminded again
how fragile life really is.
How much I miss my daughter.
How much I love my daughter's daughter.