Ask Amelia

Ask Amelia she’s half way to five with her grandmother’s sense
and freckles defining her lasting beauty
She’s a pistol by admission
Honest truly

Simply nobody’s pocketbook friend, she repeats what she hears
and never forgets all those sideways answers
She’s the wiser of the elders
Mind your manners

Scale the tree, down she flies
In your face, like a Peter Pan in the making
She’ll remind life’s imitating
Mother’s Daughters

Time, time after, time after time
Here she comes, There she goes
Hardly Blinking

She’s a poet without even knowing the words that she reads
are the seeds that she’s sewing inside her playhouse
Know no password, no admittance
“Knee High Only”

Ask her quietly if she approves of the bundle of boy
you brought home from the “store”
in that big blue blanket
“He can stay, if you can hack it!”
said so plainly

Time, time after time after time
Here she comes, There she goes
Here she comes, There she goes
Hardly Blinking

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