Those Girls Of Yours

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This old gal…

Ran into a friend…hadn’t seen in a million years…grew up in Old Town…lived somewhere else most of her life…

Got to chatting…catching up…and then she says four words…with a twinkle in the eye…those girls of yours…

Those girls of yours…she’d seen them recently…at the funeral…of that grandmother of theirs…and mama me…knew exactly what she meant…

Those girls of mine…unique…sassy…intelligent…quick witted…kind…compassionate…beat…to their own drum…

Get them together…funeral…wedding…holiday…party…they morph…into an impossible to explain…being of their own…

And this old gal’s most favorite thing in the whole wide world…is…and always will be…those girls of mine…

Miss everything about the days…we were us…but appreciate what we have today…

Those girls of mine…best friends…confidants…trustworthy…safe…will be there in an instant…if needed…

An old gal…blessed to get to be the mother…she always wanted to be…can’t ask for anything more than that…from her beautiful legacy…those girls…of hers…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…