Girls, girls, girls
Three lassies, my lassies, are the bonniest in all the land;
they go about their lives, in each her own way- they stand
together when required, fighting the world and all of the
inequities that arise in this so called democracy.
They are my light in this world; I always wanted girls to
accompany me in this walk called life; to see
them grow and blossom into wild flowers with their
own ideas and dreams, makes me a proud mother.
Fiercely independent; they challenge my preconceptions;
though sometimes they bow to my explanations, education.
I cannot say it’s easy sailing having girls with little patience;
however what they lack in this, fades away with a loving kiss.
They are strong, there for each other-through thick and thin,
and no matter what, together they’ll always win my
love and approval; unconditional love has no expectations.
It keeps life simple and pleasant, yet gives them motivation
to live their lives in such a way that does no harm, but
good, to those who have less in this world than they should.