Monday, December 14, 2009

81.

Paige was snuggling on my lap,
a rarity these days.
I asked her if she'd snuggle still
when I was old and gray.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes,
"I'll be too big, you know."
"You'll be to me my little girl."
She paused and then said, "No."

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