A Girl and Her Mom

"Where are you going?" you'd say to her,
and "What are you going to do?"
And with a shy smile she'd toddle outside
to pick a flower for you.
Or perhaps there was a princess to be,
or a cake to bake for a fair,
For a little girl's life is a wondrous thing,
as long as her mother's there.
"Why do birds fly all in a flock?"
"How far are the stars from the ground?"
A thousand questions she'd ask of you;
a thousand answers you found.
"Please tell me what makes a puppy dog bark,
and why is the sky filled with air?"
Oh, a little girl's life is a learning thing,
as long as her mother's there.
"Sing me a tune," she'd say to you,
"Sing me some soft lullabies."
And you'd sit by her bed for a moment or two
until slowly she close her eyes.
How quite she'd be as you covered her up
and caressed her silken hair,
For a little girl's life is a peaceful thing,
as long as her mother's there.
"Don't cry," you'd say, as you held her close
when she'd fallen and hurt her head.
You held back a tear yourself, you know,
when you kissed the spot where it bled.
And the tears dried up, and the hurt went away,
under your gentle care,
For a little girl's life is a loving thing,
as long as her mother's there.
And one day you'll look up,
as the years have sped by,
And on that day it will suddenly seem to you
that she isn't a little girl anymore,
But a fine young woman grown
straight and tall and true.
How fast they have gone, those childhood years,
thank God you had them to share,
For though a little girl's life is a fleeting thing,
to a mother it's always there.