A little girl tender,
For a short while
A singular child,
Gentle yet bold,
Till closing on old
Destines to unfold…
Ah little girl mine
For so little time,
How you so grow
Too fast to follow,
Harder to mind
You’ve need of cover
To suffer words hollow,
The while discover
A rather hard swallow,
From all who ill choose
Find need to express,
Their sorry dim views…
Alas till the day
Humans so face,
Need find the way
To wholly embrace,
Child whose fate
Be a tiny step late,
But stir our desire
For little girl child,
Whose but few words
Finds love that inspires!
Poetry on a canapé 
Beautiful.
This may be your second mail via WordPress, as I had to republish due to their screwing up the first post attempt. Thanks again. Jean-Jacques
Hey Paulette,
Thank you for that. As explained this is the 2nd posting , due to a WordPress mix-up on the 1st… She’s a very special little girl to me, my daughter’s, growing fast growing out of “The Hidden Pearl” I had written about a while ago, and recently published on my blog. Fate does have its way, on both sides of the spectrum. Jean-Jacques
I saw it was posted again and just enjoyed it all the more the second time around. So lovely and especially now after reading what you wrote about your daughter. I had a very special relationship with my father and can relate on the receiving end. Thank you, dear friend. Paulette