Megan
This is a poem to my daughter, Megan,
who is growing up too fast,
growing taller, more beautiful each day.
Her lovely brown eyes, those impossibly long eyelashes,
speak of a stunningly gorgeous woman she will soon be.
Meanwhile, I worry about her safety.
Days of Pixel Chicks
Girl Scout trips
soon will give way to
boys and bras,
dances and dates.
I already miss you, Megan,
my ten-year-old,
double digits from now on.
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