Girls

Why God Made Little Girls
by Henry Alfred Dixon

God made the world with the towering trees
majestic mountains and restless seas.
Then paused and said,”It needs one more thing,
Someone to laugh and dance and sing,
To walk in the woods and gather the flowers,
To commune with nature in quiet hours!”

So God made cute little girls
with laughing eyes and bouncing curls,
With joyful hearts and infectious smiles
Enchanting ways and feminine wiles
and when He completed the task He’d begun
He was pleased and proud of the job He’d done!

For the world when seen through a little girl’s eyes
Greatly resembles His own paradise!

A daughter may outgrow your lap…but she will never outgrow your heart.

Daddy’s Little Girl
Author unknown

You’re the end of my rainbow,
my pot of gold.
You’re Daddy’s little girl,
to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are.
You’re Mommy’s bright and shining star.
You’re the spirit of Christmas,
my star on the tree.
You’re the Easter Bunny
to Mommy and me.
You’re sugar, you’re spice.
You’re everything nice.
And you’re Daddy’s little girl.

Chance made you my daughter…Love made you my friend.

Little Sisters
by Annabel Henley

Thank you God for little sisters
They keep us on our toes
They play with us and laugh with us
And mess up our Legos

God gave me a sister
To teach me about life
She loves and aggravates me
And gives me strength and strife

Thank you God for little sisters
They are special as can be
Don’t mess with my little sister
Or you’ll have to deal with me

Every house needs a little girl 
with bright and twinkling eyes 
to serve the family cups of tea 
and her specialty ~ mud pies ~ 
to fill the rooms with laughter, 
to play, explore, and roam, 
to bring the special kind of joy 
that makes a house a home! 
~ Author Unknown

As time will come and go
Sometimes like a distant wind
My life sees so many changes
And I’m thankful for true friends
But as I long for wisdom
And search for that distant light
I think of yesterdays
When I watched you sleep at night
And nothing that I touch
In a sometimes lonely world
Will ever mean as much
As the love for my little girl.

What Is A Girl?

She’s a bundle of sweetness
and brightness and fun
The beauty of springtime,
the warmth of the sun.

She’s Innocence covered with
mud, sand and soot
She’s Motherhood dragging
a doll by the foot.

She’s a composite picture
of giggles and tears
Of tantrums, excitement,
amusement and fears.

A bundle of mischief
and often a tease
A creature of moods
not too easy to please.

She can capture your heart
with her pixie-like grin
Or chatter and beg till
your patience wears thin.

But obedient, naughty,
mischievous or coy
She’s Mom’s little Darling
and Dad’s pride and joy.

Oh, somewhere he bubbles bubbles of milk,
And quietly sucks his thumbs.
His cheeks are roses painted on silk,
And his teeth are tucked in his gums.
But alas the teeth will begin to grow,
And the bubbles will cease to bubble;
Given a score of years or so,
The roses will turn to stubble.
He’ll sell a bond, or he’ll write a book,
And his eyes will get that acquisitive look,
And raging and ravenous for the kill,
He’ll boldly ask for the hand of Jill.
This infant whose middle
Is diapered still
Will want to marry
My daughter Jill.

Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle!
My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.
A fig for embryo Lohengrins!
I’ll open all his safety pins,
I’ll pepper his powder, and salt his bottle,
And give him readings from Aristotle.
Sand for his spinach I’ll gladly bring,
And Tabasco sauce for his teething ring.
Then perhaps he’ll struggle through fire and water
To marry somebody else’s daughter.