maybe that sounds funny....but I always call her baby girl.
That's what she is....
my baby girl.
So turning twelve.
straight thin body turns into
tiny little curves and awkward
moves begin to look graceful.
I remember when I was twelve.
I thought I was big. Jr. High.
Nearly a teenager. Smart,
Able, Wise.
I was wrong. I was just my mom's
baby girl
