Pearls And Lace

Little girl sweet

All dressed in pink,

Lacy ribbons in her hair

Grabs her brother’s teddy bear.

Taking aim

With a well practiced eye,

She grins at her brother

As she lets poor teddy fly.

Jumping on her bed

Laughter on her face,

She tells her daddy

“You’ll never see me in pearls and lace.

Pearls and lace

They don’t go with my face,

Being a fine lady isn’t for me

Daddy’s little girl, I’ll always be.”

Sitting by her daddy’s knee

Looking at the magazine

She points to all the fancy clothes

Saying “I’m never going to wear those.”

Glancing at her faded jeans

And seeing the changes that time brings,

Daddy sees a young lady with curls

Where once sat

A small pig tailed girl.

Looking up at daddy

A young woman’s smile on her face,

Softly she begins to sing,

“Pearls and lace,

Pearls and lace,

They don’t go with my face,

Being a fine lady isn’t for me,

Daddy’s little girl, I’ll always be.”

Wearing fine antique lace

A small strand of pearls

And joy on her face,

Daddy walks her down the aisle

Hiding his tears behind his smile.

Wondering where the years have gone

Thinking how quickly that time moved on

Whispering as he gives her away,

“Such a fine lady you are today.

But in my heart, always to me,

My little girl is what you will always be.

May life be,

Gentle and kind,

To this little girl

Of mine.”