Blue eyes glisten and twinkle
rosy, cherub cheeks glow
honey hair hangs in curls
framing all and a button nose

Not much has changed in twenty years
as far as my mother mind can tell
where I once put up pigtails
will soon don a white veil

My marbles are tiny glass vaults
snapshots locked safely inside
one of a cutesy toddling daughter
and one coming soon, a blushing bride