The Short Golden Chair
The Short Golden Chair
There’s this little girl with short blonde hair,
Who’s only in the fourth grade and feels like nobody cares.
Living her life un-noticed
She’s always tired and can’t even focus.
No parents or friends to lean on
Home alone on summer days,
Sitting in a short golden chair,
Staring out the window watching the rays.
The world seems so empty
Everyone’s gone.
So quietly to herself she sings a song.
Suddenly feeling the rush that it gave her,
She finally found the cure to make her braver.
Finding it easier to cope with the hand she was dealt with
And realizing she was given a gift.
She may not be the best of singers,
But a little part of her changed.
She’s now a believer.
She was never really popular and her bangs were always in her eyes,
Nobody knew, but it was her way to hide.
Going home to an empty house she became a great good.
And was surprisingly smart considering how much she loved to read books.
Always teased and picked on her mother changed her school,
Over night she became cool and all because of one boy she met at school.
From that point on her load was a little lighter, and going through all that made her tuff,
If needed, to be a fighter.
Good thing for all of this happening, because little did she know…..All of this was just the
beginning.
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