Little girls are underfoot
Almost all the time;
Little boys are somewhere else
Committing some small “crime”.
You send a posse for the boy
To make sure they are okay,
While begging that the little girls
Just “go somewhere and play.”
Girls flit like little butterflies
And socialize with you;
With little boys, you never know
Just what they are up to.
But either one that you may have,
You’ll certainly know joy—
God sends it to you with each child,
Whether girl or boy.
Read more articles, stories and poems by Betty Killebrew at: www.trovemagazine.com