Poetry For A Princess

I did not intend to post twice tonight, but I finished my little project earlier than I thought so I decided to go ahead and post it.

I realized that I have written a couple of poems about my son, but none about my daughter. It's a silly little poem, but written with much love, and one in the "scrapbook of life" that I want her to keep forever. I want her to remember what she was like at this stage of her life, and what her mother thought of her.

Poetry For A Princess
(Dedicated to my almost 7-year-old daughter)

It struck me a little while ago

How odd it seemed to be;
That my little lass loves a lot of things

That begin with the letter "P".

Morning usually comes with a hungry girl

Who first thing when she awakes -
Gets out of bed to find her mom

To request her favorite pancakes.

Breakfast now past, she starts her chores

And begins by making her bed,
Arranging her pillows close, she exchanges her bear,

Opting for her pony instead.

After time on the bus and working on school

She then has some time for play;
She'll start with her Polly Pockets, then drag out a puzzle

Just in time to put it all away.

When it's time for lunch she'll put in a request

And anything with a "P" will do,
But she'll settle for a sandwich so long as some pickles

Can add a layer or two.

The fact is that much of the foods that she loves

Begin with that letter "P",
Such things like pizza or perogies or even green peppers,

These are just to name three.

And if you give her first choice of colors

Before you started playing your game,
It would be pink or purple - thank you very much,

Blue and green are much too tame.

She's Petunia to her mama, who loves her so much

Although many pet names will do;
She's precious, she's pleasant, she's pretty-near-perfect.....

Sweet Princess, this poem is for you.

Love,
Mommy