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