All Grown Up

It’s in tatters
It looks like a rag
But I won’t throw it away
Not yet
Not today
Because the butterflies on it might be too old to fly
But they still tell the story
Of a little girl
That slid her little legs
Into a little pair of pink and green shorts
The little girl ran around
Learnt to tie her shoelaces
And ride a bike
She isn’t little anymore
And she can no longer slide her legs
Into that little pair of shorts