Anthea Reddy Poet Free verse

That Little Girl

I still remember that little girl
who didn’t like sharing her toys,
but swirled in the hurricane
and snatched away her joys.

I still remember that little girl,
singing blissfully all day long;
but rapped in the hurricane
and she forgot her happy song.

I still remember that little girl
dancing gleefully in the rain,
but nudged in the hurricane
and she never forgot pain.

I still remember that little girl
who relished swings and rides,
but swung in the hurricane
and away from the green she now hides.

I still remember that little girl
with fantasies of fame,
but slandered in the hurricane
and she buried her own name.

I still remember that little girl
with dreams that of kings,
but seized in the hurricane
and broke her beautiful wings.

I still remember that little girl,
wondering where she might be;
lost somewhere in her childhood,
that little girl was me.

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Caren Krutsinger December 11, 2019 at 12:06 AM Ah, the ending brings it all to a wonderful conclusion. Such an insightful write, Anthea.