Then:

A five year old
So cute as a daisy
Plays with dolls
Watch faires so oddly

Combs the hair
Of barbie and ken
Play tea parties
With me and her friends

She'd run around
And never stop
She wanted it that way
To never grow up

Now:

I came back home
Four years later
I know she'll grow
Taller and bigger

But then I saw her
With unusual stuff
Earings, bracelets,
Worse, make-up

I came to hug her
She pushed me away
Opened her phone
To text, not to play

Our little girl
Grew up early
Now thinks that
She's older than me

Generation.

Z.