• They Grow


    Prissy, prim, perky
    The little girls dance
    Boys are foreign to them
    They’re their own ladies
    Performing their own lives
    On their own stages
    By their own terms

    Then…They grow


    Frightful, small, shy
    Their older now, fearful
    No longer do baseballs and Barbie dolls
    Amuse them
    But clothes and perfume and… makeup
    They become wallflowers
    Never seen, blending in
    Hardly noticed
    Not their own

    Then…They grow


    Bold, cleaver, flirtatious
    They’re almost grown
    Not yet matured, but budded
    Giggly, silly, they’re loony
    And boy-crazy
    Recklessly they rush through life
    Never stopping to savor things
    And still not their own

    Then…They grow


    Valued, tranquil, confident
    They’re all grown up
    On their own stage again
    Dancing like they used to
    Their own women
    Blossomed and beautiful

    Then…They age


    Accomplished, fulfilled, proud
    Their stage is set
    They’re still their own
    The curtain begins to close
    They’ve lived a life
    So full, so complete
    Perfect in so many ways

    They are women