On Being the Mother of a Little Girl
A careful woman I ought to be
a little lady follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
for fear she’ll go the self-same way.
Not once can I escape her eyes:
Whate’er she sees me do she tries.
Like me she says she’s going to be,
that little lady who follows me.
I must remember as I go
through summer sun and winter snow.
I’m molding for years to be
that little lady who follows me.
by Author Unknown
A careful woman I ought to be
a little lady follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
for fear she’ll go the self-same way.
Not once can I escape her eyes:
Whate’er she sees me do she tries.
Like me she says she’s going to be,
that little lady who follows me.
I must remember as I go
through summer sun and winter snow.
I’m molding for years to be
that little lady who follows me.
by Author Unknown
