You're not in PJ's tonight;

In fact, you're in a dress.

You loudly announce your presence to her,

And take a seat under the piano.

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Your mom scolds you, "Get out,

Leave the piano pedals alone."

You take one look at them, asking,

"Momma, what do these do?"

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Your piano teacher chuckles

At your pure, unbridled curiosity.

"Those make the piano sound different," she says.

"Can I try?" you ask.

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I watch you as I pack away my cello,

You're so young, so full of life.

I've watched you for the past couple of weeks,

Bickering with your sister over who performs first.

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It is so adorable, seeing a child into an instrument,

Hearing her never-ending list of questions.

You are promised you will get to try

So long as you climb out from under the piano.

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It is sad, realizing this little curious girl

Is going to have to grow up, and face hardship.

A broken heart, a mean word,

A rude look, a hope dashed.

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I hope you never grow up, never change,

Because you are a beautiful creature.

Never grow out of those bright yellow dresses

And those neon green beads.