The Girl That Was
I see a little girl
Amidst brown sands,
With joy and laughter
And tiny, dirty hands.
I envy that girl,
Innocent and pure.
Adorned in a pretty dress
And a smile so demure.
I wish, like her, i could
Run round red roses
And play ever so merrily,
With tiny water hoses.
I see, as she dreams,
And listen as she sighs,
As she watches fairy tales
With large hazel eyes.
I see radiating beauty,
In that little girl i see
Where all is just right,
In a world i wish for me.
I long for her world,
Without anguish and pain,
Without doubt or fears.
A world that is simple and plain.
I see a little girl,
A girl i long to be,
A girl i wish you would see,
A girl that long was me.
Copyright © Hassana Shuaibu | Year Posted 2011
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