Little Girl Talk

LITTLE GIRL TALK

I love listening to the sound of her voice,
To her little girl talk, as she makes a choice,
Red shoes, or white, she thinks out aloud,
Teddy says slippers. She says, “That’s not allowed!”
Her voice pitched high with indignation,
Then singsong in talk-down explanation.

She sings a new song as she brushes her hair,
Talks to her Barbie as if she were there.
I hear the nonstop patter,
The incessant chatter.
The peal of laughter in enchanted delight,
As Daddy tickles her; in mock play fight.
Then she runs to me for protection too,
Whispers in my ear, “Mommy, I love you.”