The first year
she was a pumpkin and donned an orange smock;
Her daddy took her trick-or-treating, though she had not
yet learned to walk.
The next year she was a bunny, and on one leg she would
hop,
While her left ear stood up straight, and the right one
swing and flop.
Then a bride costume from Grandpa a long skirt and lacy
blouse,
But she tripped over the train...so Daddy carried her to
each house.
The 4th year brought us Lion King, and she roared both
day and night
She was either "Simba" or "Nala" (I
never could get that right)
The next year as she got dressed, she kept on asking
why,
If she was "Super girl", why then could she
not fly?
Her 6th year she was all in pink, protecting us from
danger,
As she kicked and "Karate-chopped" the air as
"Kimberly" the Power Ranger.
Then at seven, she wore a yellow gown beauty at the
least...
Insisting that her sister by default, was the beast.
My heart knew the time would come, and this year our
walk ends...
She said, "It's not cool for Mom to go, I want to
walk with friends!"
So I figured out what I will say with one excuse or
another,
In case she notices the ghost behind her walks a little
bit like her mother!"
I still have Halloweens to come my little one's only
three,
But what worries me is...when she grows up....
WHO WILL TRICK-OR-TREAT WITH ME?
Author: Linda
Ellis
For Permission to use poem
linda@lindaslyrics.com
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