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UPDATED LAST ON February 13, 2009
Thanks to Who ever wrote this poem
subject: A Little Girls Heart
" I must be crazy, I'm out of my mind,"
I say this every week before meeting time.
Four will show up and eight will not call
I really don't know why I do this at all.
We make plans for camp.
Two nights and three days.
It takes them an hour
to choose grape Kool-Aid!
Not worth it , I think.
Do they care, I ask?
It's just what I need,
one more thankless task.
Then one of them smiles
and rolls out the dough.
"My mother won't let me
bake cookies, you know."
We mop up the paint.
And I hear from one,
"Let's do it again
I had so much fun."
The first time away
in tents in the rain
One hugs me and says
"I'm so glad I came."
So when I feel low and ask myself "Why"
I try to picture
the look in that eye.
The grin on that face,
that one homemade card-
A leader's reward - A little girls Heart.
Thanks to Who ever wrote this poem
I say this every week before meeting time.
Four will show up and eight will not call
I really don't know why I do this at all.
We make plans for camp.
Two nights and three days.
It takes them an hour
to choose grape Kool-Aid!
Not worth it , I think.
Do they care, I ask?
It's just what I need,
one more thankless task.
Then one of them smiles
and rolls out the dough.
"My mother won't let me
bake cookies, you know."
We mop up the paint.
And I hear from one,
"Let's do it again
I had so much fun."
The first time away
in tents in the rain
One hugs me and says
"I'm so glad I came."
So when I feel low and ask myself "Why"
I try to picture
the look in that eye.
The grin on that face,
that one homemade card-
A leader's reward - A little girls Heart.
