Maybe I should've called her Tom.
She's a real little pickle
And lives on her bicycle.
Her hair looks like spun gold
And her laughter is something to behold.
Eyes of hazel or are they green?
She's really quite the queen.
How dull would be my days
If this hoyden I didn't raise.
And to have Dusti, it's great,
The past to remind me, it's fate.
Written 20 years later:
This destiny I can appreciate.
Grown to be quite a joy
And no longer a tom-boy.
Her hair is still spun gold,
And her laughter something to behold.
But she's no longer one alone,
She now has three kids of her own.
Her life to Christ she's given
And by His example she's driven
To be the mother He commands
And for her children in the gap she stands.
Her home with laughter rings
And joyfully she sings
To her heavenly Father, praises
And her parents honor she raises.
By Gidget
