This is a poem I wrote last year about 5-year-old girls, but I am reminded of it again this year, with my would-be-6-year-old-girl. So I changed 5 to 6 to make it applicable.
Glitter, baby dolls, and pigtails should be what matter
6-year-old girls should never leave you alone
Instead of silence gripping your heart as you talk to a stone
6-year-old girls should love Frozen, dressing up, and American Girl too
Not leave us wondering what we're missing and who
6-year-old girls should no longer be babies
Rather than a question mark of a lifetime of maybes
My 6-year-old girl will never be 6
But in Heaven she waits, that's where she's alive
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