Eager eyes
That hide in the past,
The perfect size
For memories that last.
Listening ears
That hear a parent’s wisdom,
The perfect age
To wonder what it meant.
Childish mouth
That speaks of the future,
The perfect sound,
Turning their thoughts to her future.
Their eyes watch the child
As she watches the present and the past,
Their ears hear her feet
As she waltzes, held fast.
They guard her from gossip,
And also from the Enemy.
They train her up
In the way of Christian femininity.
She once was a child,
Yet now she’s grown up.
She may have her own child
That, like them, she’ll raise up.
That hide in the past,
The perfect size
For memories that last.
Listening ears
That hear a parent’s wisdom,
The perfect age
To wonder what it meant.
Childish mouth
That speaks of the future,
The perfect sound,
Turning their thoughts to her future.
Their eyes watch the child
As she watches the present and the past,
Their ears hear her feet
As she waltzes, held fast.
They guard her from gossip,
And also from the Enemy.
They train her up
In the way of Christian femininity.
She once was a child,
Yet now she’s grown up.
She may have her own child
That, like them, she’ll raise up.