You still call me your little girl,
even today.
But I'm growing up more and more each day.
Someday I'll be married and have kids of my own.
You won't have a child to take care of, since your little girl will be grown.
I'll have my own problems and bills to pay.
I'll have troubles and tantrums and I'll have my bad days.
I'll be working, cleaning, and trying to be a good mom.
And doing all of this while trying to stay calm.
But you'll still think of me as your little girl.
The ballerina who used to always dance and twirl.
Mom, someday I know I'll be just like you.
Your my teacher, my inspiration,
and I owe my life to you.
