Both Walt Disney and Mothers
in equal parts
share the blame.
We fill tiny minds
and pure hearts
with saccharine dreams.
Until with every sweet breath
she breathes
flimsy gossamer fantasy
she weaves.
Of hair that flows
moondust silver thread
and eyes that are of the bluest skies
My sweet child
as if they thought of rain.
snake hips, rose bud lips
with coltish legs
to run from any pain.
As she gambles on Bambi legs
into womanhood
an angel in a world of gods& demons
she offers her first blood
for fear nothing will compare
to some tin pot prince
to sigh
bewitched and besotted by
her and her
silken hair.
What we as mothers should
surely impart.
Whilst beauty is a bonus
oh little girl always dare to dream...
A knife sharp wit,
a robust heart.
A far better armour it would seem.
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Some Girls Wander by mistake
שיריםA few poems on burgeoning womanhood and advice for our daughters A few lyric references and a bit of militant feminisim to garnish.
