Turn the clock backwards so I’ll still be THREE.
She’s “cute as a button,” folks said about me.
Chubby, round face and such fat,little knees,
A “Pillsbury Dough Girl” that you’d love to squeeze.
Let me be FOUR again, let it be so.
My dog won first prize at the village pet show.
One night at Revival, I stood brave and tall
And I sang alone; I was not scared at all.
I loved being FIVE when the streets had been tarred.
My mother would holler, “Get back in the yard!”
In winter the snow banks were taller than I.
My brother threw snowballs at me til I’d cry.
When I had turned SIX, Mama took me to school.
My teacher was mean and she often was cruel.
But I received something (I still have it, too),
A love note from Dickey which said, “I love you.”
At SEVEN I woke up on Christmas to see
A Burgundy snow suit was under the tree.
I loved that new snow suit, there wasn’t a doubt;
I wore it all winter ‘til it was worn out.
I liked being EIGHT in the Easter parade.
For a hat I wore Mother’s bright purple lamp shade.
At school I played sticks in the third grader’s band
And played my recital on a new Steinway grand.
When I was just NINE, I fell deeply in love.
Bill Spencer, a classmate, was all I dreamed of.
We sang well together; we thought we were cool.
And soon we were singing before the whole school.
I loved being TEN, in some ways still a child,
A dreamer by nature, and often beguiled.
Surrounded by siblings all older than I,
Sometimes I was raucous and other times shy.
But all this prepared me for one special day
When Jesus came in, washed my sins all away.
Though just a small child, I knew just what it meant.
He saves little children if they, too, repent.
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