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Turning Five

No longer the same little girl
or is she, the same, really?
An impish grin, cunning, negotiating
a better deal for herself, the sisters
in a moment she is the same; but
running to the school house,
out of our hands
serious about her learning
clever in the repartee we banter
give and take, or isn't that such a good idea
negotiating with a five year old
who holds more of the cards
than we like to admit
but whose fooling who,
as if we had a clue
of that growing girl
with the attitude
who now is a big
high five

December 23, 2006 22:26