The Little Girl From the Window
Her entire childhood, always with a finger on a page
The Window Child
She waits by the window, pale and small,
No laughter answers her quiet call.
Books are her friends, their voices glow,
While outside drifts the silent snow.
The children pass, they never stay,
Her world is pages, night and day.
Like the match girl in the frost,
Dreams are lit, though warmth is lost.
Yet in her eyes, a fire burns bright,
Stories shelter her through the night.
Rejected, alone, yet never undone—
Her soul finds warmth where words still run.
About the Creator
C.M.
I speak of spirit, soul, and flame,
Of humanity’s quest, our endless aim.
Religion, memory, stories untold,
Poetry woven with truths, oh! so bold.
Evolution’s path, the heart’s deep call,
Media’s noise, I’ll sift it all.
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The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley3 days ago in Fiction
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