She calls it a flutterby

says it makes more sense than a butterfly

a serious deep-thinking five

keeps my imagination alive

On a bright summer's day

she wanted to know did cars wear sunblock

I told her yes and invisible umbrellas

she laughs at me incredulous

She's growing day by day

sometimes I watch in dismay

her cute innocence I love

a gift sent from above

I hate that saying just started to smell herself

but that's exactly what's happening

no pretty way to say it

moodiness growing with her tits

She herself is turning into a butterfly

pretty makeup and jeweled wings

I watch as she flutters by

my conversation with her no longer sings

I miss that little girl

her finger giving my hair a swirl

I'm now the grumpy aul aunt

the only answer these days is "sorry can't"

She's the niece I'll always adore

the daughter I never had

my jealousy comes to the fore

as I see her hugging her dad

Its time for me to move on

to get a new obsession

she's grown out of Aunty Sue

today, right now, I feel so blue