All grown up now...
|All grown up now, yet sometimes you wear memories of my little girl.
C urled up on the couch as you are,
H ouse slippers of puppy dog mouths,
R eminds me of the past when
I read you Christmas tales, and we hung
S tockings on the mantel for Santa.
T hose memories poke me with nostalgia.
M y eyes moisten in sad goodbyes for then,
A nd yet, like those slippers, they make me