Her little Chickadee 💕

Her daughter will be the belle of the ball, on the day that she is wed

And as she stares into those fiery flickers from the candlelight, she sighs

Reminiscing her darling daughter as a little girl, she cannot help those tears oozing, from her long lost memories, welling up in her weary eyes

Coz she remembers Oh so well her little chickadee toddling around

All dressed up from tip to toe, with her Mother’s Sunday best dresses  and high heel stiletto shoes, clip clopping on the backyard stoney ground

And although this just seems like yesterday, many mellow moonlight nights has passed her by

That timelessness of time, shows no remorse for her bygone years and still today, it continues to fly

So she shoves a silver metal thimble, that sits neatly upon her thumb

As shiny sparkles shimmer, from the silky, satin, whiter than white bridal gown, that this material has become

Oh but isn’t it such a crying shame, as this little old seamstress thinks about her dear old departed Joe