FROCK

Oh my dear babygirl, how you've grown so tall, The days of frocks and frills seem so very small. The memories of your twirls and spins, In dresses that reached your little shins.

But time waits for no one, it moves so fast, The frock must be short, it cannot last. Your legs have grown, and so has your grace, As you bloom into a young lady, with poise and pace.

The colors and patterns of your frocks, Will forever be etched in my heart, like rocks. The way you'd laugh and giggle in delight, As you danced and pranced, in your frock so bright.

But now it's time to embrace the new, To say goodbye to the frocks, and bid adieu. For though they were precious, and dear to us, Your future awaits, and it's time to adjust.

So my dear babygirl, go forth and shine, With a new style, a new look, that is all thine. And though the frock days may have gone away, The memories they brought, will forever stay.