. . . STAY LITTLE A WHILE . . .

Where are you going,
Sweet little girl child;
Come sit here beside me,
Stay little a while.

Don't be in a hurry,
Don't grow up so fast;
In the sweetness of innocence,
Let this time last.

Hold tight to your dollies,
And dance with your dreams;
For time is as fleeting,
As flickering moonbeams.

I cherish each moment,
Sweet little girl child;
Come sit here beside me,
Stay little a while.


Allison Chambers Coxsey, 1995
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