Autumn on her sixth birthday--Isn't she sweet?

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Autumn

There was a red haired girl born
To the dismay of everyone.
She should have been a boy, you see
Her Mom and Dad needed a son.

She was so cute, her skin so fair
How could they be down hearted?
Just one look, thats all it took,
From her they could not be parted.

Here eyes were the color of the sky
Her hair was like no other,
"Her name will be Autumn", her Daddy said,
"That's perfect", said her Mother.

She was contented and fairly good
which meant so very much,
She slept, she ate, she grew and grew
And laughed at every touch.

In her early years anyone could see
She was no longer a baby,
No pants and shirts for her to wear,
She was nothing but a "lady".

A model one day she should be
She could pass every test.
Her hair,clothes and "makeup",
Must look their very best.

To see her walk and hear her talk
And see the things she picks,
It is hard to believe
That she is only six!

So whenever September eight rolls around
Her birthday is not forgotten.
Although she likes to act like a "big" girl,
She still a bit, spoiled rotten!

I wrote this poem for Amy on her ninth birthday.

I wrote this for Summer for her eighth birthday.

Written for Dorenda on Mothers Day

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