My Sweet Girl by Everett Elm

I remember the day my sweet girl was born. It was the start of spring and the air was warm and filling me with hope. I knew she would be born today. I traveled north for her delivery in a better hospital than the one in our area had. From the moment I saw her, I knew she was everything a mother could dream for. Her eyes twinkled and her skin was blushed.

When my sweet girl grew up, she only took all of my best qualities and was the sweetest soul I knew. I wanted to be her, she was enhancing and perfect to anyone who saw her. Her eyes still twinkled, maybe brighter from her charisma and intelligence, and her skin blushed to show her happiness and life.

As my sweet girl became a woman, she began to fade. The twinkle in her eyes dimmed and her blush faded to pale and whit. I knew she saw the reality of being a woman. I knew she entered he cruel world that I did when I was maturing. I wanted to hold her and tell her I knew this story and that everything would be okay. I wanted to help ease her pain and listen to every poor encounter she has ever faced. I wanted to make it all better for my sweet girl.