Big girls
Why am I so crazy over big girls?
Sizes galore in the women’s world
I love them all even when they’re small like me
I appreciate variety
But where’s my high score?
Who do I come running for?
It’s the big ones
More than forty years
Pulling the threads together
I begin to see the outline of a life’s design
And it’s been unforeseen
And there’s no guaranteeing
But there seems to be a trend I’m comprehеnding
Beaming brown-eyed Liza
Drеamy blue-eyed Denslow
I expect to face a neck embracing
Either one of them, though
Together we fit
Like pearl into knit
I admit I go in for those…
Big girls…
(Who finds my door open wide?)
(My heart says, “sure it’s a big one.”)
Six weeks on the road
I come back home to find
My baby daughter is a little taller than me
She wears a shoe size nine
And this teenager knows
That she fits her mother’s clothes, now
As ever she grows into a…
Big girl
(Where’s my soft core? Who do I go
Bananas for? It’s a big one.)