Hard to believe it's been a year.
How quickly childhood disappears!
There's hints of woman in you, girl.
Glimpses of grown-up that the world
sees where I still see bedtime tears.
You wear my shoes, and you're damn near
tall as me when I pull you near.
I know that every bud unfurls -
it's hard to believe it's been a year.
I've whispered warnings in your ear.
Taught right from wrong through all these years.
Kissed your face and brushed your curls.
Fastened diapers. Fastened pearls.
You're beat and breath to me my dear.
Hard to believe it's been another year.
I wrote this for Baby Puppy's 13th birthday. Hard to believe she'll be 14 next month.
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.