The Girl With the Quiet Voice
The Girl with The Quiet Voice
One of many children
Somehow she was hard to hear
She still craves just a bit of attention
Just a simple “Thank you dear”
A little girl in a photo
From the bottom of the stack
I looked into her eyes
and with sadness she looked back
Years don’t seem to matter
Home still doesn’t feel like home
It’s hard being with all the others
When you feel like you’re alone
Still that little girl in the photo
From the bottom of the stack
You wish you didn’t crave his affection
But you do and that’s a fact
You give of yourself freely
Prepare his table and his chair
The gift of a loving daughter
Yet somehow he can’t see you there
So you pick up your own photo
Place it in a pocket near your breast
You’ll honour those sad eyes
In your heart you know what’s best
For dear girl you are born of power
With deities you have been
You have journeyed upon mountains
Within the universe you are seen
A little girl in a photo
Look closely and watch her smile
On a fridge where you can see her
Just be with her for a while.
Dedicated to my friend.
My choice for Caren’s Your Choice contest
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018
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