Thank Heaven for Little Girls
who love to read and can hang, upside down, on the monkey bars as their eyes travel the width of the book;
who plays chase in the rain or rolls around in the dirt, making mudcakes;
who dresses up dolls in different seasons but also drives toy cars under mock-freeways;
who sits uncomfortably at the corner, her foot tapping away the last few minutes ’til recess;
who stands eye to shoulder against the big bully who grabs her lunch from her;
who sings though out of tune, dances though out of beat, draws though out of borders, but still manages to shine;
who makes the little boy sitting beside her blush when she holds his hand;
who daydreams about being a queen, then a veterinarian, then a soldier;
who ties her hair up as it takes her more than an hour to brush all the loose ends off;
who eats cheese sandwiches because she doesn’t care if she’s fat or not;
who shows off the cuts and bruises she got from skateboarding at show and tell;
who never fogets to bring home a flower during mother’s day or a card during father’s day;
who sticks out awkwardly in her little dress but stays straight althroughout service;
who look at the mirror everyday and smile that toothless grin.
But sadly little girls grow up.
This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.