Little Girl
LITTLE GIRL
“Come,”
she says, and beckons.
I sit with her, we’re playing
LEGO dollhouse, Bob the Builder.
Barbie, Play-Doh, drawing.
“There, a birdie, lift me?”
“Darling, I can’t, a second,
And I’ll get my chair, we go out if you want?”
“You are big, WALK! You are no baby!
You can walk and you can talk”
“But I AM a baby! You push me outside
Together we ride
and see the birdies?”
She eyes me suspiciously.
And then smiles deliciously.
“You are big baby
But I am mummy and I carry you.
We go see the birdies, yes?”
I nod, lift her chin, caress
Her crown of hair, so fair!
“You carry me.”
She carries me everywhere,
She is in my heart
Even when not physically there.
She will always be a part
Of me. My little ray of light,
Always there, I think of her
During the longest night.
***
Originally written in Juli 2016
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