With tiny little hands, <br />barely able to grab ‘round the knob, <br />she stretches and tippy toes with all her height; <br />finally succeeding in opening the door <br />to sneak down the hall, <br />all two and a half feet of her. <br />Skidding across the hardwood floors <br />in footed pajamas, <br />night terrors await in darkened hallways <br />and staircases but she is determined <br />to do it this time all by herself. <br />Finally reaching the landing, <br />she slips and slides from each step <br />until she reaches bottom. <br />Gingerly continuing her midnight adventure, <br />favorite blanket dragging behind, <br />she shuffles off for the kitchen <br />straight to the refrigerator <br />for some milk and cookies. <br />Her loyal, comforting friends <br />through all manner of boo boo’s, <br />and assorted troubles of the day; <br />mommy must have forgotten <br />all about her need for them, <br />for hugs, together time and stories too. <br />But she’ll be proud tomorrow <br />that she can take care of herself; <br />mommy’s “big girl” trying not to need <br />someone who isn’t there anymore.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-girl-3/
