I Need the Little Girl

I’ve lost the little girl with ponytails Rocking amusingly at every move. She loved long never-ending fairy tales With good wizards and elves on the roof. I can’t find the creature anywhere. A rag doll with long plaits, a little ball - The old toys still remind me of her. But the girl is gone beyond recall… I need her dreams and curiosity, And her faith in the world and people, Her joyful laugh and her simplicity. I’m missing hugely the little girl… I call the child – she may hear me - To meet her one more time – face to face - To feel, again, the past - so carefree - And to greet the girl with warm embrace...