On Being the Mother Two Little Girls

Author: Unknown
A careful woman I ought to be

a little lady follows me.

I do not dare to go astray

for fear she'll go the self same way.

Not once can I escape her eyes:

Whate'er she sees me do she tries.

Like me she says she's going to be,

that little lady who follows me.

I must remember as I go through summer sun and winter snow.

I'm molding for years to be that little lady who follows me.