Missing her—
Missing the little girl
Folded inside of me
Like Matryoshka dolls
Who befriended
Anyone wearing a matching dress
Who was innocent enough
To trust anyone with a lolly–pop
Missing her—
Missing the little girl
To who pain
Was a skinned knee
And tears
Was nothing but a wetness
For a brief moment
Missing her—
The golden-haired girl
With a sunhat and sunglasses
Picking flowers
Missing her—
Missing the little girl
Who once was
But grew up
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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