My girls

I met myself as a baby

I held her tightly to my chest

I gently held her hands

I kissed her on the head

I met myself as a toddler

I got down on her level

I told her a story about a kitten

Then we ate sugar and strawberries together

I met myself as a child

She was loud, confident, and a leader

She told me about her stories

Of others worlds and other people

She wore little cotton dresses

She ran barefoot in the grass

She had messy hair

And she was full of sass

I met myself a teenager

She was quiet and insecure

She no longer liked to standout

She no longer liked to wonder

She was tired and had dark circles

But she still wore a smile

I loved myself as a teenager

I wish I told her that more

I met myself as an adult

She was learning to standout more

She was much happier than she’d been

She was still quiet and kind

But now she was confident

She had success on her mind

I met myself at middle age

She was so happy to meet me

She told about what she had done

And what she was planning to do

She had a heart full of love

And a mind that knew what to do

I met myself as an old women

She had lines from smiling so much

She hands were wrinkled and worn

From playing music and keeping children warm

She told about her life

And that she was thankful for Christ

And thankful for His kingdom

She told me life is worth living

She told me to be brave

Not hold back

Not be ashamed

She told me to love Jesus

To always but Him first

She told me (I) was special

That I was full of worth

I’m thankful for my versions

And All the girls I’ve been

I love each special girl

Because they’re The girls that made me,

Me