When I was very, very young
My parents, most every day,
Would push me up and down our street
And hear the neighbors say...
“Isn’t she adorable!”
As I grew a little older
And could perambulate on my own,
We’d parade up and down together
To the Park and then back home.
This became a ritual
Much cherished by us all,
And my parents were always delighted
When passersby would call...
“Isn’t she just adorable!”
In time, I learned to speak
And inevitably, one fine day,
As we made our way down Main Street
A sweet lady bent to say...
“Dear little girl, what might your name be?”
And...without skipping a beat,
Or, even anticipating trouble,
I, very loudly, declared:
“Isn’t me adorable!”

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem