With misty eyes I ask,
Where's my little girl?
I know sometimes to you I seem harsh
and so unfair,
But one day you will see,
I taught you well because I care.
The next few years will so quickly fly,
With laughter and joy,
mixed with a few tears to cry.
As you begin your growth to womanhood,
this fact you must know:
You'll always be my source of pride,
no matter where you go.