Lovely Young Lady
A lovely young lady came today
and asked if my children wanted to play.
She was dressed neat and proper
from her head to her topper;
no jeans with a tear,
nor tussled blonde hair.
No baggy sweatshirt
nor a tear with a hurt,
but a lovely young lady
I saw standing there.
My surprise was so much
to see beauty as such;
I admit that my stammer
was as bad as my stutter.
For you've grown from a baby
to such a lovely young lady;
I was caught unaward
to see YOU standing there.
by Annette Gagliardi
Published in Reflections of Sunshine, 1982