What happened to that little girl?
Stop, years! You’re flying by too fast!
She rode on Gigi’s walker seat
Just yesterday she toddled past
Now she runs the Kitchen Aid
Making butter out of cream
Just yesterday she was a babe
Just yesterday was but a dream
Eleven young, yet older still
Her mind and spirit sprinting on
Wait! Slow down! Let me catch up
Turn back the clock before I’m gone