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.
Enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight
Center Stage with Gina C.
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler6 days ago in Interview
Comments (1)
Oh thank God she grew up! You had me so worried and the end was uplifting. Beautiful poem, great job!!