Little pink shoes
Those little pink shoes
Hurriedly forgotten
In the kitchen
As she ran off to play
Brought such a tender smile
To my heart
She’s grown so fast
From crawling to running
And everything pink!
Soon sandals and high heels
That’s what she’ll want
When the boys start asking her out
But for now little angel
When you’re back from play
I’ll be waiting for you
With a hug and some cake
Smiling, with stories
Of your innocent play
poem by Anita Atina
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