Little Girl

She's waited for you, little girl,
since you were a poppy seed.
A hop, skip and a jump in time and you were soon
the size of a lime.
A little squirt that soon
became a tiny onion.
You made them cry;
tears fell, not sadness but joy and then the little dot
became a carrot.

Later, a cauliflower; hour by hour
as if made by flour, you were rising.
You grew stronger, little girl,
and though time, it grew longer
you'd shortly be a little cabbage
that belongs here.

Next, a butternut squash.
Orange and vibrant and ready
to shine. And it's all going to be fine.