Where's the little girl who used to play with simple toys,
The one who trusted Mama, and hated all the boys?
Where's the little girl who believed in fairytales,
The one who thought her Daddy could never ever fail?
Where's the little girl who saw pink ponies float in clouds?
The one who flashed her sweetest smile and made her parents proud?
Where's the little girl who loved ice cream and sweet treats,
The one who never broke a heart, or cried herself to sleep?
Where's the little girl whose imagination danced and spun,
The one who played with baby dolls and thought hula hoops were fun?
Where's the little girl who never indulged in selfish pride,
The one who wouldn't harbor, toxic hatred deep inside?
Where's the little girl who could share her secret dreams,
The one who held her heart in the sweetest self-esteem?
Where's the little girl who hated watching scary news,
The one who played with kitties and never knew of public views?
Where did this tender little girl find a place to hide,
Was it in some distant foreign land, or is she hidden deep inside?
I must find this little girl and on her tiny shoulders lean,
Together we will fight with grace to survive a world obscene.
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Author Notes
The photo is one I took a few years back.
The poem is another in my reflections on childhood, this one a bit more serious than the ode I wrote about junk food.
Thanks for reading!
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