I remember when I was a little girl
It is so fond to me because I was free
able to play with my brother at any time of the day
limitless playdates, fond memories, inseparable days of happiness
it all just dances away inside my head
But even if ever so distant in time – it does not mean I can't go back inside my pretty little, little girl head and reattach myself to those memories.
The old barn wreckage by my house was so fun and the six foot deep very wide hole my brother and I dug up for fun was immensely joyful to us...
To be a little girl happy with barn wreckage again is to be at peace in the apartment I now stay in...
Now I am nothing close to little anymore and I seem to try a little bit more
About the Creator
Aubrie Belle
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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Comments (1)
Aww, this made me well up a little. Beautiful words.